Peter chuckled at her suggestion of weaponry. He was tempted, surely, but now was not the time to voice that. She was upset enough, and Peter could feel the fear and anger radiating from her. He wanted to settle and soothe her, and his gentle touches against her arms and shoulders fed strength and soothing energy into her.
When Jathreth so distainfully made his wishes known, Peter found himself struggling to hold in laughter. But as Sarah explained about the fairy tale, Peter was unable to hold back. The laughter rolled off of him, building fiercely. "Is that what he thinks?" Peter asked, directing the inquiry at Sarah. "That you need to admit unworthiness?"
Peter shook his head, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek. "Anyone who could think you selfish, arrogant, or in any way unworthy, is a fool. A damn, big, king of a fool."
Then, with a look of disbelief, he turned to look at the Goblin King. "You're not worthy of her. Might as well be King of the Codpiece for all you're worth. King of an imaginary land, with only mindless goblins to rule over. It's pathetic."