Obviously him. [ he speaks matter-of-factly. ] Do I look like a thief to you, my lady? [ he speaks as if the idea hurts him. a bit of dramatics to his voice as usual, but there is just a meager spark of truth to it. if just because he does ponder if he came off that way. he didn't care what most of the continent and empire believed of him, but he did have some shred of curiosity to what she specifically thought of him.

whether that was simply his inquisitive nature, or due in part to the idea that their conversations have been more frequent (and maybe in some vague sense of homesickness, enjoyed them for their familiarity)... no one could say, but the touch of defensiveness is palpable. he recovers momentarily to state: ]

You should know by now how noble and upstanding my character is.