A few moments of hard staring said all that needed to be said, and the tail flicking behind him only reinforced a message unspoken, but he wouldn't have been himself if he'd left things at that. Holding his tongue had been less and less one of his strong suits these days.

"Well, some of us bother to care about how we look after rising from bed in the morning."

It would have been nothing to walk away, to leave the king to consider those words and do with them what he would. Instead, he tossed a hand in the air and shook his head and let his tail lash as it would, not minding the tells for what they were. The flame wouldn't hurt him, but if it took his hair with it, if and when it cleared...