Roderick frowned. He didn’t want to shake hands with a dirty fake prince, but it was also not the first time he’d heard that one.

“Oh,” he semi-agreed, then frowned even deeper at the validity that granted this interloper.

When Fake Prince slapped him on the shoulder, his face cringed so hard his cheeks practically rode into his eyes.

“What on Earth would you want to do?” he wondered aloud with a suspicious look, hands still hidden under his ass.