When Jake came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Noah was standing in front of the wardrobe wearing pants and was going through the shirts.
"Get me the clothes as well," Jake instructed.
Noah didn't even turn to look at him and replied, "Your Highness, you seem to have mistaken, but I am not your servant."
"How can you be my servant when I was the one to serve you?" Jake countered as he stood in front of the mirror drying his hair.
"You try it again, and you will see your hands no longer attached to your body, Your Royal Highness." He finally got one shirt for himself.
Jake glanced at the busy guy in front of the wardrobe through the mirror and smirked, "If I lose my hands, then you would be the one to serve me for a lifetime."
Noah didn't answer and threw that shirt in his hands at Jake which fell on his face and said angrily, "Just shut up."
Jake smiled teasingly, removing that shirt from his face, "Other clothes."
