Chiyo grits her teeth. "Indeed, why would you," she ponders if she should pour herself another drink, if only to get this bitterness out of her mouth. "When you were alive you were a king's equal - or so you say, I find it hard to believe with your manners. But that was when you were alive," she stresses the word coldly, like icicles hang off every letter. "Now, however, you are a Servant, and you answer to your Master."