Arthur looks, at least, suitably unimpressed by the mocking tone. He hardly cares for it, but nothing strikes hard enough to truly wound. And there is some truth to Byerly's list, for all that Arthur doesn't recognize some of its items -- what the hell is a newspaperman? -- enough that he allows in a deadpan, "No one decent. Surely you can agree with that."

King Alined comes to mind. Cenred. Slavers and discontents, and the likes of Morgana and Morgause. The sorts his father had warned him of his whole life, who'd seek to destabilize Camelot if they could. Idealist begins to sound somewhat like soft, but he shakes off the thought.

"First you say they may be decent, and now you call them warmongers." Arthur has an eyebrow lift of his own for that. "One has to wonder what you actually think of them at all."