"Or I'll have you thrown out," she replies sharply, her patience dwindling. He ought to count himself lucky that she hasn't done so already. He ought to appreciate that she could do much worse. She watches him reel back against the table without a trace of her former sympathy, and finds herself wondering, uncharitably, if he's drunk or something. That's the trouble with inviting common people to your palace; they can get up to all sorts of mischief.