He grumbled something about old sayings and expressions before replying.
"No one was informed other than the King, his council, myself and two of his Blood Knights...although they were merely standing guard at the door"
He glared at her with a look of annoyed hurt etched upon his handsome features.
"You could be a little warmer, as you say I nearly died from my grievous wounds, what does a Lord have to do to get some mead round here!"
He chuckled and lay back, hastily hiding his impending fear and confusion.