The boy looked to his father with a little heavier breathing than usual. The soft breath of the boy accompanied the sound of metal hitting the stone ground. A small chime echoed. The boy was definitely tired. He had been working with his father for so long, or at least to the boy it seemed like a long time. "They do," he replied with a small whine clipping at the end of his words. He really was tired and no longer wanted to keep working. All he wanted was to snuggle up with his father and spend some quality time without the training. While it was fun on occasion, he was more fun for him to just curl up with dad. "Why does it hurt when I swing it? Does this happen with you daddy?"
He put down the blade and went to go be with his father. While he wasn't too keen on having to practice with the blade more often, he would do anything to satisfy his father. If it made him happy to see him practicing, then the smaller demon royal would do whatever it took to keep his father happy. It seemed so hard some days when his father was busy. Only in moments like this did he ever seem to see his father smile. It was rare indeed and the boy relished in this. "I'll practice everyday like you want dad. Will you be able to join me?"
He loved when his father was with him. While he didn't mind spending time with the nannies and sitters, he much rather preferred the company of his dad. "Daddyyyyy... Can we go eat now?" He looked up to his father with the small pleading eyes of a puppy. There were two things that he loved more than anything, questionably even his father. Sleep and eating. "You said we would eat and we haven't yet. We went out with that girl and did this. Daddy can we please go eat?" He hugged at his father's legs. He really just wanted attention.
