dont know where your mind is

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

To ride one. At this point Bastien was nearly speechless with worry, which was a good thing, because another undignified squeak could have easily found it's way out of his throat. Azrael was grown in body, yes, but in soul...they were so innocent, so trusting. He would have to speak to Nate about what exactly he was taking his child to do. "I...see. It sounds like it was exciting, at the least."

The Prince being sad and slimy made little sense to Bastien, but the mental image made him laugh. "Well, I'm glad the Voice has improved her method since then. I would not like to be sad nor slimy." He wasn't really surprised to hear Sam failed (what didn't Sam fail at?), and did feel a glowing pride to know Wessex had chosen Azrael for the job instead. "It sounds like you helped him. Does this Prince have a name?" It seemed like an odd title; Bastien could have been wrong, but he hadn't thought the Voice was one for royal monikers.

"Of course, the portal. Well, you can see very far from the top of it...perhaps not as far as from your dragon, though." The shock had worn off a little and Bastien smiled, going to touch the edge of the Spire with his fingertips when they were close enough. "It is a magnificent structure, in many ways. Imposing, not my usual kind of design, but...if we should ever have the time and resources to devote to it, I would love to transform it into something new."

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something