Daemon couldn't help it; he started laughing. Able to see how red the tips of Renji's ears were, the Warlord Prince pushed himself up into a sitting position to shoot a smirk at his brother in the doorway, giving the redhead a moment to compose himself once more.

"Perfect timing as ever, Prick," he drawled in return, his tone wry with amusement as he met his brother's golden gaze, then it lowered to the face peeking out from behind him, his expression softening into a smile. "Good evening, Lady. Is everything alright?"