-The Capital-
-Celestial Realm-
Jarrett asked no further questions, choosing to bide his time and keep an eye on the strange Angel from a distance. "Rae, I'll need double the amount of bread, my customers are about to burn down my shop." He said smoothly, ducking out of the bakery.
Nerae sighed at that, already tired before his day began and that was mostly because of the noble Angel staring at him expectantly. "I'm not going to your castle, and if you're going to hang around, you might as well help me out." He slipped out of the corner that Cirion had backed him into, tossing the prince an apron.
He had another plan to work the noble to the bone to get rid of him, and from the sight of him struggling to put on the apron, it wouldn't take a lot…