Not that he hadn't expected something along the lines of this.
He was hoping it wouldn't come to that point, but it was precisely why he encouraged his wife to get dressed for the night.
Not only so he wouldn't get a stomach ache by sleeping like that, but also so they would be prepared for anything.
If not the people close to them, maybe some lunatic from elsewhere would attempt something as stupid as a suicide mission. Who knows?
At this point, he firmly believed that everything was possible. After all, wasn't he a living proof of that?
Like right now. He was staring at a group of faces no one would ever want to encounter in the dead of night.
The Prince who had somehow accepted his fate, simply pursed his lips, doing his best not to die of embarrassment on the spot before weakly offering, "A massage… He was giving me a back massage…"
And it really was just that. At least ideally.
When it came down to it, Xavier had been the one to suggest it in the first place.
