[ "Asking" is putting it kindly, considering the pursuit that followed, but Mordred doesn't flinch at being made to recall how terrible she was to the woman in question. Either because it's so far from the worst thing she did; or, more likely, she just genuinely feels no guilt over her actions. ]

Are you an idiot? I would've married her, obviously. [ She flexes from side to side, making mild grunts of effort, as if this is a totally normal conversation about totally normal things. ] Imagine my father rushing home to see not just his kingdom, but his wife, in my hands. It would have driven him even further into hatred and despair.

But man, you should've seen the look on the bishop's face when I told him. Said he'd curse me with bell, book, and candle. Never knew an old guy could run that fast.