Mateus doesn’t like secrets-- especially when he’s not in the know.
“Aymeric,” he called forth, tone surprisingly calm and level (but he doesn’t feel like it.) and then waited. Legs crossed daintily at the ankles with his arms crossing their selves over his chest, and it left the Emperor to simply stare ahead. “I see you as a brother... you know this, don’t you?”
No such coo was to be found within tone, and Mateus felt the tiniest bit of disgust upon realization. Nonetheless, he told himself to remain stalwart in this new part. Clicking his tongue, he gave a slight cant of the head (blond locks flowed, somewhat too aggressively. it felt more like a jerk than anything else.) while letting his eyes skim over and around the room.
There was no need to beat around the bush, but the Emperor (out of the privileged desire.) did not wish to be the one to tackle the situation first. He wanted Aymeric to be the one to speak henceforth, but... even the idea of such sent a sharp shiver of displeasure down his spine.
What exactly did he want out of this?
He’s not sure. He thinks it doesn’t matter.
“... Have you been keeping a secret from me?” he asked, feeling the quiver in his voice and having to stifle a sneer in subconscious retort. He’d tease but knew it already to be insincere. “For shame~”