Yes. I can be utterly furious with you and still hellbent on keeping you alive. It's not that hard to exist in both spaces at once. Perhaps I wish to kill you myself.

[ there's no particular heat to that thread, but he leans on his elbows so that he can better level his eyes with Sam's, not giving the man the reprieve of not being stared at by a King. ]

By exercising any measure of caution before dealing with something wholly unknown? This city is rife with magic, and magic can be either benign or accursed. It's all the same coin. You should have been careful.

[ ... which is to say, he has no idea how Sampo could've avoided this particular consequence coming to pass, and he tightens his grip on the lip of the tub. ]

You keep making decisions and leaving me to reap the harvest on my own shoulders. It's cruel of you in an oddly casual way.