Well, he promised, and he can't help but blush a bit, even though the large, somewhat flat package in his hands is fully wrapped. This was either a huge mistake or the best idea ever. "Um, mein Perigrine? Merry Christmas. Here's zhe present I promised you, if you vant it."
“Of course I want it. I’m greedy and I like gifts.”
Grinning wildly at his dry sense of humor, he takes the gift. But as he does, he leans in close, giving a low, pleasing rumble of a growl of thanks. Enough to breathe into the man’s ear. Just enough to potentially make him flush or squirm.
“It’s not every day a Prince gives a commoner a gift. But I guess commoners have to make offerings to royalty, so, here.”
Still exuding his smarmy, impish charm with his well placed words, he hands him a package as well. It’s a gift bag, not a wrapped present. It’s weighty, but not heavy, and its contents smell good.
He goes about opening his gift. He knew Karl promised him a gift, and he had told him that nothing was necessary. But Karl was a stubborn man, so he knew he’d do it anyway.
