Nothing royal on him? He practically embodied royalty, who was this asshole to claim otherwise? Besides, there was a reason he wore a crown, and it was to tell peasants who couldn’t tell naturally who and what he was.
“Then you should look harder, I never thought peasants were this thickheaded. Have you lost your eyes?"
"I can see just fine, I didn’t know that wearing that girly tiara thing made you royalty. I just thought that you were playing dress up.”
It seemed to work, taunting people was a good way to get rid of his own frustration, but to also get some entertainment, especially if the other person would try to sell his attitude just like the blonde did when he heard him talking.
Was this guy for real? Who was he to call him “froggy” prince? Like hell he was anything like that bratty frog.
“Who said I’m a froggy prince, I’m a prince, plain and simple. Or can you not understand?” He would love to stick a knife or two in this guy, but lo and behold, you can’t do shit with wooden ones.
"I ain’t seeing nothing royal on you, buddy, sorry”, Jason said with a chuckle; ever since he was a kid, that’s what he loved to do, wind people who bragged up and see how far he could get with it.
His gloved fingers trailed the sharp wooden dagger around his waist; he didn’t use in the city just yet, but maybe this could change soon.
“You’ve got to be stupid and uncute with a bratty attitude."
"Though… humph, figures. I might be stuck with a frog for awhile if this keeps up. So you there, you can entertain the prince.” It was a great privilege to be chosen by Belphegor himself, this guy should feel honored.
Jason snorted. Was this guy for real? He sure needed a good haircut, he wondered if he could even see shit with that hair in front of his eyes.
"A joker, huh? Really funny.. Do you have more of those hilarious jokes with you, froggy prince?”, he asked with a smirk.