[Tutting, pausing just a few feet away.]

It's a tragic way to meet one's end, that sort of self-flagellation. They say the king despaired so greatly over the loss, her cries could be heard across the world. How unfortunate they were not heard within my own bedchamber, instead.

[The twisted look on his face suggests he plans on remedying that in the near future. As for right now...]

You will never measure up to her brilliance, her beautiful despair. Not ever. Of this you may be certain, mongrel.