"I, err..." He blushed. First time he had done that to memory. he usually kept his burps to the lower levels of the castle or at the dinner table.

"I liked the shaking," he mumbled as his cheeks felt hotter. He stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was a good thing there was no mirror up there. Soaring spitfires! At least he hadn't farted!

He clenched his cheeks to make sure that one didn't slip by him either.