"Mischief?" Caspian gives her a mock-betrayed glance. "You wound me, madam. What slander is this?"

He looks to Reepicheep. "No word of support for your king?"

The Mouse only shakes his head, disapproving – he still dislikes teasing of all sorts – and hops back up onto the armchair near Alain. "Include me not in your jests, Sire, I beg," he says, pained.