"What can I say? When presented with an opportunity for a marvelous joke, my impulse control tends to go flying out the window! Besides, you're the one who set it up, remember?"

He started walking back towards Stolas's room, motioning for Blitzø to bring the injured prince with him.

"You'll be more comfortable in your room. Besides, I doubt you want your daughter to see what's under those bandages. I need to know what I'm working with."