"Kings come and go. If he wants the throne it's his. If he doesn't, he's free to choose what is his."

But he won't pry. Knowing eyes glance up from the dog, and...

"Hnn." He leans on his staff, the dragon of his shadow perking up in interest- and even serving as some casual support himself. "...That's interesting. I didn't think I'd be going anywhere after all. Well..."

He grins, a finger to his lips. "For my sake then, don't spoil it too much hn?"

"Aaaaoun." The dragon agrees.