[And as if that horrible smell were wafted straight into his face, his nose scrunches with repulse.]

I ain't so easily bothered, giwe me a bit more credit.

[God!]

And eff-why-aye: this pink, fleshy, downright inferior sack a' meat they dare to call a suitable body for a bloody royal a' my pedigree is a bloody insult. But, if it were between what I got and what you got?

[He just lets out an indignant, humorless laugh.]