"Once a King, always a King- isn't that what they say?" He asked, blinking at the bow David offered him, and the congratulations. Somehow, he thought, he didn't feel any better to have the old King bow to him.

And being faced with David was merely a reminder that he was not, and ever would be able to fill the whole the man had left behind. For better or worse, Clive thought, the Spades loved David. Loved the man so much that he'd never be more than King that stood in the man's shadow at this rate.

"I...thank you." He said, after a moment, remembering himself as he glanced around the now orange, brightly decorated office. For a room that looked so warm, it certainly didn't feel it. "Is there...anything we can do to help you settle in?"