He looks up at them, smiles with gritted teeth. "Oh, am I dismissed, your highness?"

They won't even look at him now? He gets to his feet, swaying a little as he stands. No more kneeling before them, what was he thinking? Obnoxious, insufferable child. The idea of letting them finish him off has completely lost its appeal anyway - it's not as though he'd get to appreciate the rest. Just wake up three days later, feeling like trash. Again.

"Weren't you enjoying the show?" A step, away from them, and he has to steady himself against the fallen table. "Why don't you leave? You got what you came for."

...the glaring flaw in that assumption hasn't caught up with him yet, no. Give him a moment.