He laughed at her critique, before reaching across and mussing her hair affectionately, or so he had observed. "I am a soldier. I am supposed to be a blunt solution to a problem. My poetry is on the battlefield, not with words. My imagery is in my training. And I spent no time planning it. That is the type of report a soldier gives after an engagement, though I removed certain bits that the Queen, and you apparently, don't care about."