You are wrong. [ Argumentative? No, the King is simply candid, speaking as though he were offering his companion the truth of the world in plain fashion as he tends to the matter of his hair, sighing as he decides to simply wring the water from the locks. ] Whether a title, a name, has been duly earned or unjustly bestowed, there is a character which belongs to a King, a Commander, a Duke.

[ Truth be told, Sion loathes nobility and the decadence it so often degenerated into. But even so... even so, Shunsui Kyouraku has no need to know him, and at heart, Sion did not wish for him to, for a man who could be haunted by darkness is still too much of an innocent for the King to allow close. ]

A King is willful, a Commander is ruthless, and a Duke is ambitious. Is that not so?

[ Where Shunsui would smirk, Sion only wears a smile, raising a finely arched brow at the sound of your highness. ]

And because I am willful, even if I am not wholly rested, I am still able to walk on.

[ Even if his hair will not be dry for quite some time. On goes the undershirt of his uniform, his modesty protected by the curtain of his hair as he dons the rest of his garments, his trousers. ]

Enjoy it, though, your reminiscing. I am glad, that it is someone thoroughly appreciative of the location who takes my mantle now.

[ So to speak. ]