"I said I would, didn't I? I'm sorry if it took a while."

Martin approaches the throne and sets the tray on the floor for lack of anywhere else to place it. The shock on the Archivist's face makes him even more sure that he's made the right choice. Of course a man might act monstrously when he's been treated like one for so long.

"Do you like cream or sugar in your tea?" And he might have to unshackle one of his arms to let him drink it with any sort of dignity.