Nikolas stared at Neo for a long, long time, saying nothing. If this was how it was going to be, then so be it. He'd just have to give Neo the silent treatment for the rest of this visit. There was no point to trying to engage if Neophyte was simply going to be a child about things, at least according to Nikolas. He got up, slowly, then started to walk out of the room, moving as speedily as he could to avoid Neophyte. Nikolas just… didn't have time for Neo and his pettiness right now. Admittedly Neo probably didn't have time for his pettiness, but that was a Neo problem, not a Nikolas problem. Nikolas moved down the stairs, having memorized the way around the place by rote. It was useful, to know your way around a place. Nikolas, long ago, had had spies placed in Neophyte's castle to find anything useful about the place for Nikolas, and while he'd since had them removed, the information was fresh in his mind.
He entered the kitchens quietly, startling a few of the staff members there. Fortunately, his face was quite recognizable, so instead of getting beat over the head with a rolling pin he received some food, a breakfast of saltine crackers and sardines, it was what was most often available in his kingdom and he didn't like breaking from routine. The staff assured him they could make something better, but Nikolas declined. It was simply his preference, this way.
Ah, that was the other fatal flaw in his relationship with the other, Neo realized as he looked down on the silent king, his arms crossed tightly against his chest. Emotions were fickle and up in the air which was something Neo was really quite tired of dealing with within his relationships. His husband had been "borderline" so to speak enough. He shook his head after the other, confident he couldn't see it as he went down the steps.
He had other things to do today other than taking things personally. He followed Nikolas after a few moments downstairs, but turned his feet towards another section of the castle that homed storage areas, and Neo's personal office where he dealt with affairs outside of his bedroom. If a noble or another queen or king demanded privacy, he took them to his office, which was out of the way and hard to see.
He pushed open his office, which was actually a good portion of the floor. It was large with a main dark desk in the middle, with several chairs surrounding it at the sides and in front of it. Several overflowing trash bins, filing cabinets, and tinier office desks for nobles were held in this room, but none of them were present at this time. Neo shut the door and turned on the lights, hoping someone else would deal with the Nikolas issue on their own as he settled down into his comfortable leather chair. A stack of neatly placed papers waited for him, for laws in deliberation, economic things and issues, as well as civilian complaints he liked to keep an eye on. This was more like what he was used to. Just putting his nose down to the grindstone and watching carefully.
