There was a storm brewing in those cloudy blue eyes as Helios stood over the two young women. Arms folded over his broad chest, Helios could feel the tension in the air. Though he had fixed his forked tongue, it seemed he retained the serpentine ability to taste the air. The prince tried to focus on the scents coming from the kitchens, and not the tense friendship infront of him.

Helios did not like playing the muscle. Being more than capable of diplomacy on his own, it wasn't until he realized that nobody really trusted him, that he relaxed a little and let Eva handle the talking. He was a man of action anyways. A prefects nightmare. "Hmm.."