"You asked the wrong question," that bratty Prince replied, looking him dead in the eye with hardly any concern at all in his tone, his expression, his body language. Anywhere at all! "The real question you should have asked is more like… Why are we sweating, while he is not?"

It took him a moment for the meaning to sink in. He turned back to look at his team. It was true enough. They were all sweating. Pouring from their brow as though they had run a marathon. Come to think of it, yes it had seemed peculiarly warm in here. So why indeed? Why was the Prince… Why was he standing there as though everything was comfortable?!

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 29