“Look, Your Highness. We both know you’re not going anywhere at the moment. But you can choose to starve alone in the dark in here. Or you can choose to take your chances at bedazzling or tricking or what-have-you the Dark Wizard, and getting a little fresh air while you’re at it. And while I appreciate your dignity despite the nightclothes, we both know you’d be more comfortable in something more opaque that holds heat better.”
