Ron pondered for a moment, then stood up from the chair and patted Andre on the shoulder:
"Don't look so down, I've never seen the grand Thirteenth Prince look like this before."
He walked towards his cabinet, rummaging through it while teasing: "If those girls who adore you in the Royal Capital saw you looking so glum, they'd be heartbroken."
Andre, who had been frowning, was amused by his joke: "Don't mention those boring social events, it's all just pretense."
As he spoke, he shook his head, although the gloom in his eyes slightly lessened.
"Hey, check this out." Ron retrieved a delicate crystal bottle from the depths of the cabinet, with slightly glowing blood-red liquid inside, and casually tossed the bottle to Andre.
Andre barely caught it, almost dropping it: "Hey! Be careful, this isn't a marble game."
He curiously held the bottle up to the light: "What is this? It smells a bit like... strong liquor?"
