Snippet #1208643

Mike looked back to see the prince enter. When Gemma got up and walked over to a painting, he wanted to lay down on the couch and get a nap. He stopped himself, thinking he'll look too comfortable. After a second of thinking Mike too got up. Finally he was able to stretch out his legs. The guards took a dangerous steop foward, just in case. The boy grinned before casually putting his hands behind his head and walking over to where Gemma was standing. "Not to shabby eh?" he said low enough for them to here. He tilted his head at the picture before smiling, and leaning against the wall. He moved his hands down into his pocket and shifted his weight to his other foot.