Syria dropped her arms and gawked. She had no idea how to reply. She closed her mouth after a moment and then bit down on her bottom lip. Calder stared at her closely, watching every micro movement she made, eyes sparkling with anticipation and worry underneath the mask. "Why do you need courage now your Highness? You've never had a problem with talking to me before." She said candidly. Calder took a step back, he didn't know that the words 'your highness' would strike him so hard.
"If it's anything to do with you I want to choose my words properly NOT because I know that you'll take them the wrong way or anything!" Calder nervously shouted. His face started to burn and he brought up the jug of ice tea, hiding his face behind it. "Ugh! Honestly! I suck at talking to you..." He said pathetically.