You are late

"Apologies, your highness but I'll ever to prevent you from entering." The man named Grinder said, his eyes sitting straight up on Eric's face, not even a hint of fear or reluctance in them. 

For some reason it amused Eric as he smirked before opening his mouth. "You'll have to prevent me from entering? But you see, I am in a hurry and I don't have time for this so maybe later sometime." He turned around but the man came in front of him. 

"I said, you'll have to cross me before entering." Grinder didn't fulfill the formality of putting the honorifics this time.

Eric looked at the man, confused. Was he planning on committing suicide or what? If not then what was he thinking? "Why don't you come ahead and stop me then." He gestured at the man with the movement of his fingers.