"You've been tense the whole time. You don't want to be here, but you're trying." He tips his head a little - points for her, she's... something, about him, and still is trying anyway. "Point for... probably fear. Either just you're nervous about trying this or you don't deal with Low much." Or at all, and so him claiming to be the King is a big scary thing.

"Him?" Zaveid tilts his head toward the door for a second. "Mr Shining Armor? Totally wanted to tip that hot drink into my lap or throw it in my face rather than talk about not fighting. Most humans would take that as a fight me, so he's not scared. Point for not fit to be scraped off shoes."

He grabs his paper. "As one ruler to another, since you're getting your feathers wet with all this. If someone on your guard can't keep neutral in public? They don't belong in public." He gathers a coat he'd had on the edge of his chair. "They're an extension of your face - of your people, of your aims."

And a smile, as he gets up to go. "High isn't even close to being united in your goal. You couldn't even get guards who agree to come with you. He behaves in front of you, but what about if you're not around? And can you say the same for the lower ones, who might encounter mine out here?"