Hm, no, I don't think I said anything like that, actually. [He'd be snippier about being goaded, more or less, if he weren't distracted by his weird pet. But the face he makes at least shows that he did notice the very pointed, leading question, yes.]

Who ever said living in a place is the same as accepting the king? How many kings have you met? There's only one of me—I can leave here whenever I like, as soon as the king does something, you know, worse. It's the families who'll have to accept it or at least pretend they have.