"Perhaps we can do this without a scene, then." Christophe loosened his stance, however he kept his eyes on Lyzer while the television turned to a live broadcast from a corner camera's angle of a room with very many plants, with a quite outfitted Alexander standing in the center. His change of attire lived up to the princely title, but a crude greeting came from an off screen individual, revealing itself to be Cyrille.
"I am finished, sitting by while allowing un sac de merde comme yourself do as he wishes." A rather ungraceful slur fell from his lips, although the back of his body was the only visible from the angle of the camera; presumably security. "And with these, I'm sure your marionettes shall no longer obey, as well." Cyrille pulled out the small bag of objects; forcefully tossing a few to the floor; shattering them and making them release types of colored vapor.
Alexander's face changed easily from a calm demeanor to a fit of rage, both of his hands gripped the blade to his right; one on the sheath with the other on the edge handle. While his eyes locked on Cyrille; Cyrille smashed another object, an orange object with a bit of purple. For once, the Prince lacked the words.
A few seconds earlier, Christophe let out a gasp and clutched his head; gripping the column of earth ahead of him while his focus was lost. Due to this, the pillars covering the entrances crashed downward with a lack of balance, and he snarled to himself lightly in a fit of pain.