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“All you have to do is say it,” Caspian coaxed the adorably pouting King of Olde. How fortunate that he had thought to check on the boy before retiring to his own rooms for the night; else, he might have missed the endearing sight of his idol helplessly tangled in his ceremonial robes!
Peter wasn't as amused: “Sod off.”
“Alright, then,” Caspian nodded agreeably. “Shall I summon the maids?”
And let news of his humiliation spread? Peter scowled. “I really hate you, you know that?”
“Of course.”
With a defeated sigh: “Would you please help me undress?”
Caspian leered. “My pleasure!”