“Yes, Balfour, it was the right ship.“ She grunted at the Warden. But soon gave way to a little smile, ”You are so lucky you are impossible to stay mad at. Little sod.”
“I think you’ll find it’s my charm.” Of which he has none, but it’s better to simply let that issue go lest he end up offended. This is, after all, the man who would become a tyrant were it not for his position of Prince-Consort. Thank the Maker he is no King. “Or you’ve fallen in love with me, which would be completely understandable. My charm, you see!”
“Perhaps but at least I’m not attempting to run a nation as a prince-consort. What’s it like being in second place to Anora? Always behind her like some lost mabari puppy.”
"As must as you may like to ponder upon what it is I do behind our beloved Queen, I suggest you steer your thoughts away. I have more of a hand in things than one such as you would be able to guess at, believe me."
