Kingston kept on cleaning with his miserable toothbrush. Oh how he felt like that girl in that story... what was it? Cinderella, he thought with a frown. But, he wasn't a girl, although he felt like her a lot. Oh the sorrow! He was separated from the girl he loved and he was scrubbing some nasty thing.

At the sound of Borr's fart, Kingston felt his eyes burning. Darn it, he didn't put up the charm he had used before. Eying the old man as he said he'll go sit down, Kingston gave a small cough to alert him. "My Lord, might I question if the person attacked your lounge? Will and I could go check and see if it hasn't been touched if you'd like." But he was really trying to escape the room so he'd charm his nose.