[ Childish playful teasing has it's place and point. They, however, are the remnants of rulers. Now, it falls to them to take the place of previous rulers. He sees no reason not to treat Serenity as anything other than that: an equal in the spectrum of ruling. The difference is obvious to his eyes. She was not taught to rule, where he had known almost nothing other than that since a young age. A childhood was had, but the expectations and place in society was made known to him very early.

One day he would replace his father as the ruler of House Atreides.

It's people, it's fiefdom, it's history would come to his shoulders. He would have the generations and centuries on him of those before him. ]

Every planet has a power to itself. [ His hands uncurl. One cups itself and turns. Fingertips are pressed against the top of the table to make his point in gestures. ] The people of a planet are it's power. The resources it has to cultivate and harness. Specialties above others. My homeworld was ruled by sea and air power. Our standing military specialized in the combat of the water and the air. Arrakis? It is powered by the desert. The people who know how to live in the desert, use it, and harness it. It's a more organic thing than my homeworld. Arrakis is what it is because of the desert--because of the sandworms--because of the spice.

You can't tame or rule a planet by undermining the natural order that rules it. You must learn to use that order and then you control it. You live with those that call it home. [ The hand then turns and gestures to her. ] What is the power of your homeworld?

[ Hawat would be proud.... passing the analytics and teaching he gave me onto someone else. ]

The beauty of Arrakis is what it's danger is. The desert.