Your idea of manners needs work, boy. Perhaps a lesson is in order.

I'm so glad you're looking forward to it.

I am counting on it.

*A good cup of tea sits before him in a gilded teacup. The rim is surrounded with gold leaf, and the ceramic is set in a dark warm gray. He stirs sugar into the brown liquid, the sound of the silver spoon scrapes rhythmically around the sides of the cup.*

Play La Vie En Rose.

Yes.

One down.

Comme un concombre.

"Peuple de la Terre, vous m'entendez?" Entré une voix du ciel sur cette nuit magique. Et aux couleurs de mille couchers de soleil, ils ont parcouru le monde avec une lumière argentée.

*The King spends his day on an isolated beach, somewhere in Europe. There is an ice cold drink in his hand, and a hot sun shining down on him. He basks like a house cat, a cool breeze blowing over the sands.*

*The King enjoys the night air on the balcony. The moonlight shines brightly down upon him. He basks in this as well, the heat of the sun fading in the cool light of a pale moon.*

*He hums Moon River to himself as he draws himself a bath in a huge marble tub. Sat on a small side table is a glass of red wine, and a book.*

*There is the smell of saffron in the air as the cook prepares his meal. He settles back amongst the bubbles and sighs contentedly, closing his eyes.* C'est la vie.