[Miyano glances up from where he'd been rolling up the sleeves of the too-big garment, face caught off-guard, eyes wide.] The...manor? [His voice is small, unsure. Logically, he'd known Bruce would take him back, but he hadn't ever assumed he'd go to the enemy king's actual home.
But then he quickly lowers his head, cheeks flaming red. Better not to seem too familiar, too presumptuous. Bruce probably wanted to put him to work as a servant or something.] I-I mean, of course, s-sir. Whatever you want.
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But then he quickly lowers his head, cheeks flaming red. Better not to seem too familiar, too presumptuous. Bruce probably wanted to put him to work as a servant or something.] I-I mean, of course, s-sir. Whatever you want.