Those things can hurt people like you, Your Majesty, [ wimpy, trusting idiots like you. ] You are aware of that, right?
[ sighs, clearly annoyed. ] Never mind about that. Excuse me for my insolence, Your Majesty. Your personal issues and who you choose to live with is none of my business, however, where your safety is concerned... that is where it becomes my business.
Listen... there is something I should tell you.
[ in spite of the rapid heartbeat, the constant feeling of 'what the hell am I doing', and all the hesitation that is making his stomach hurt, he will continue speaking if he's given the opportunity to do so. ]