He blinks, eyebrows raised. "...and who are you, my loyal guard's social stand-in?"

...Yrael looks contemplatively at the bejeweled chamber pots. "If I had ever shown the royal family respect before? This would be when I stopped."

But he's never respected them, so he doesn't need to bother with stopping.

"Think one of them would make a good Christmas present or something?" He grins. "I can just see the surprised delight spreading over someone's face as they open their gift to find..." He points at the one citrine-bedecked silver one, "...that."

Clearly, whoever chose yellow gems to go on a royal chamberpot had no respect for the royal family, either.