[Princeling? James shakes his head in bemusement, then sways and has to lean on the other man with his eyes half closed. He gropes for the chair and sinks into it with a sigh, leaning back and resting his head against his hand. Only for a moment, though; he uses it to gather his wits, and then straightens up properly in the chair and looking toward Will.

[There's not much more than the crinkle around his eyes to indicate he has a headache at all; he's dealt with affairs of state with hangovers before. They're just ... not fun.]

You know who I am. As for what I'm doing here, I ... believe I told Robin last night that I'm here on my father's behalf to see whether Prince John is someone our kingdom wants to deal with.