If he was ever thankful of a loud distraction by the Prince, it was right about now - especially since the conversation had turned to female things Auron didn't care to sit in on. Looking at the wildly-shaking plant and the Prince it contained, Auron almost planted his face firmly in his palm. But he didn't - as this would have totally ruined his usual stoic composure ... and driven his glasses uncomfortably-high on his nose. Funny thing was no one had made a move to collect the child.

"... well don't all jump up at once." Grumbling as he left behind the earthenware jug of alcohol on the table to cross the room, Auron paused for a moment to find an opening in the Prince's thrashing. He wasn't about to be kicked in return for his rescue efforts. Spying a moment, he took it, gloved hand shooting out and locking firmly around the Prince's kicking leg. Hauling the Prince out of the plant like he was pulling out an errant weed, Auron dangled the upended boy in midair, holding him firmly by the ankle.

Brow raised and smirk firmly in place on his lips, Auron looked down at the upside-down face of the Prince over the rim of his sunglasses. "The bathrooms are down the hall, young sir - no need to abuse the houseplants."