Uh. Those mental images were really distracting. He didn't fight or even complain about the pity-help, because his mind had wandered away for a moment.

Then he pulled himself back, and made something of a 'duh' noise before clearing his throat. "Absolutely! We're as different as can be. If they had a fraction of my strength, they'd be trying to kill me for my title and power constantly!"

Hopefully Persephone could filter that declaration through the profound haze of demilogic that was Zetta's worldview.