"Mr. Mayria, you're asleep"

"Dear Calcirust, thank you for your help. I don't know why you slept."

"I'm sure you couldn't do it. You're noble, so you don't travel much on foot."

No, I'm a deep window maid, too, though? Well, let's put it down there. To move on one after the other. If I were the one sleeping, would Master Calcirust do the same?

Mr. Mayria's head snaps and rides the shoulder of Master Calcirust all the way. Hey, pretend you're asleep! What a jerk. Even though the other person is a prince of a country. - I'm jealous. Oh, I mean it.