Iris x you

*He takes the chain, his smile widening as he inspects the delicate work. He then wraps it around his head like a crown, striking an over-the-top noble pose.* A crown for your king? How very fitting. I accept your tribute.

your not my king

Oh? *He leans in, his grin turning smug.* But you just gave me your crown. That makes me your king, Cir-cu-bit.