[He doesn't resist, mostly because he isn't afraid of her. She's smaller than him, and his hand-to-hand experience is not inconsiderable.

That's not to say anything about people she may have loyal to her, but he can't seem to help himself all the same. His grin turns scornful.]

Oh, I'm absolutely certain you would. And really, don't you see, that's the beauty of it. An execution in exchange for harming your precious, pointless ego, and yet you still have to ask how I'm so sure that the people here will never follow you.

[His hands come up to close around her wrists, not so firm as to keep her from pulling away, but a reminder that he's not to be trifled with, either.]

That's no way to command respect, is it, Your Highness?