Thomas kept his steely face as he stared at Jezin, "Very well. Sir Redwyne will judge me honestly and justly, and see that I have done the realm a good deed." Thomas spoke, as he inched his chin away from Harmony, "Were you trained to believe everything anyone told you, or do you only believe those that have cunts? I guess your pride would prevent you from acknowledging them as an actual threat. I dealt with her before she could reach for the blades. When someone stands up from their seat rather quickly, reaching for there boot, it's not normally to offer you a pastry. I was simply quicker on the draw." Thomas added, sighing as he did so. Karl Lied was dead, but from what she had told him, she wasn't actually the man's bodyguard, "Tell me Jezin. Why would Karl show up now, with an entourage of 'bodyguards' to a coronation celebration he was welcomed to, when he didn't attend the celebration of the last king? Perhaps Karl had a more sinister plot that backfired on himself. Furthermore, would I of opened this door for you, of all people, if I had committed a murder in cold-blood?" Thomas pointing out, "Maybe you are becoming angry because I am making too much sense for my seemingly dishonorable action?" Thomas added, once more as his voice became slightly more agitated, "There's a place where they honor every man who fought fair. He even gets his own little tombstone." Thomas said, reciting what his father had told him, "There is a time and place to fight like a knight, and a time and place to fight like a street urchin."