Eventually, the young prince was able to gather himself back up and hold in what he was really having to force down from his face. He didn't want to make Timon uncomfortable with his reaction, but there was only so much he could do.

But there was another option, a way to help, and Larsa would take that as quickly as he could. He took the names inward and processed them so he would not forget them during the rest of this meeting or during his walk home. He was going to look into this, speak with someone if he could. Information. He was beginning to see how this was all just a political game, or something quite like that. He would have to let his intelligence show through and hide what he truly felt. A daunting task, but he was up for the challenge as he had someone to worry about.

"Thank you for your help," came the answer. He didn't seem to bat much of an eye when Timon mentioned buying the meerkat's dinner. At least it was a tangible way of repayment, one he was used to as a prince. "I will be sure to keep in touch. You have been of great help so far. If in the future I am able to do anything for you, please let me know. I would be glad to help in any way I can."