Here's a Daemon, flopped lazily on a couch with a book of some sort. He's certainly free to be bothered by anyone who wishes to do so, and probably wouldn't mind a distraction.
*this? This is a very awkward Warlord Prince ...cute, innit?*
*coughs* Jaenelle, before we were -- interrupted last night, I was going to ask you something. Would you like to go to a play sometime? And possibly dinner?
Daemon is pacing the courtyard, awaiting Jaenelle's presence. He passes by two statues (of a male and female), and pauses there, regarding them thoughtfully.