Is that so? [Claude's eyes flick from the thief and back to the stranger, the wheels in his head turning. He doesn't see the point in arguing with a stubborn king, so instead he gestures to Snagglefoot.]

Why don't I take him off your hands and deal with him myself, Your Majesty? [He pats his own sword sheathed at his hip.] That way, you don't have to dirty your blade, and I'll complete the job I set out to do.