Thoughts of the lingering cold were pushed aside in favor of food, drink, and companionship. In one fell swoop, he had found all three... Chauvinistic as he was, though, the mad king decided it did not matter if he knew her name, she would be pretty either way. Jacquez winked as she stepped gracefully aside, deftly gathering her auburn mane into a tie not unlike his own. "You have lovely eyes," he crooned, before turning back towards the open doorway. So close, and yet he was interrupted by a tirade out of nowhere... Sighing, he met her exasperated outburst with a tilt of his head, waiting for her to finish.
"It is a woman's duty to raise children. No man should be bothered with such banalities. Isn't it what you're made to do?" he commented callously, picking idly at his teeth with one claw. He was more eager to inspect her handiwork in the kitchen than supervise her child-rearing. "But being indebted to me... savoir à qui vous parlez, ou de freiner votre langue, mademoiselle." He caught her wrist lightly between his white fingers, dipping his head to brush a kiss atop her knuckles. "Jacquez Trouillefou, king of the Court of Miracles," he drawled, black eyes gleaming with amusement before letting her hand fall.
Even packmates who knew him well and tired of his egotistical flippancy rarely challenged his right to the throne, his claim of royalty. It was more likely that this pretty young belle simply had not been introduced, and that was now rectified. He must have been really drunk when they met, since he loved the sound of his own name, and often relished announcing his presence. Maybe that was why she was so pissy - he must have said something when he was inebriated. Did she have the spitfire to maintain her indignant stance? He was hardly a conventional ruler - while bowing and scraping did serve to fuel his inflated sense of self-worth, it was more fun to play with someone unpredictable. He did so detest being bored. This was shaping up to be a delightful encounter!