He stood up for a second, he had to explain it now. That thought he didn't like. He shrugged an made a face before looking back at the other man, pretty sure the look on his face was supposed to intimidate him, but there wasn't much that could intimidate Wyatt. "Well, not by blood, I dont' thin, but by power."
He then thought that was probably a little vague, so he decided to fix it with, "See, your sword, it was passed down through the generations to the people with great power. I'm my generation's King Arthur. At least that's what they told me. I don't really think the title suits me."