“Would you care. To repeat that. If you would,” the king asked with a very strained voice. Handy dragged the somewhat terrified griffon back up in his seat and stepped back off to stand beside the chair. He briefly considered removing the knife currently embedded in the chair but thought that it would be bad form, you know, having a drawn knife in the presence of a foreign king. Whether said king threw it in the first place was entirely insubstantial to the matter.