"'Poet' might be putting a little bit of a point on it," he said ruefully. He was hardly a poet. He just... felt very strongly about things. So vows were something that came naturally. Didn't mean they were pretty.

"Whatever time you need," he murmured. He could feel how hard Finn was trying to banish his mood, and he wished he could just do it for him. Unfortunately, it wasn't likely. He needed time to cool off.

And then probably get riled up again.

Oh well.

"I think... I will want to make some changes to the palace, though," He mused.