[He takes the letters back, securing them safely into his jacket once more. Though he can only chuckle quietly, wondering how he could possibly avoid their questions.]

What did you want me to do, speak badly of you? Come now, you know I can't do that.

[For a couple of different reasons.]

Besides, it's not all my fault. You weren't there for when my brother came back in with my Vision, eyes bright, curiosity burning. I hadn't even said a word yet. That was all you, Princess.