[ At first, Amos takes her at face value — sure, maybe she is the strongest knight wherever she's from. That it'll show itself when she's rested up, properly acclimated. All the better to have her on their side, then — but that quickly ticks into a frown as she decides she's any better than the Regent.

There are worse people to say that to — the Regent themselves, for one thing — but considering how Amos has devoted the past several months of his life to the Regent's cause (ever since he woke up here, basically)... yeah... that's not gonna fly with him. His eyes narrow a little, good nature fading some at the declaration. At the demands that follow. ]

And you'll want to stay on the Regent's good side. [ Never mind the potential for brainwashing... ] Look, you need more food, I can do that. Shit, I'll take requests. But the Regent's the one that brought you here. Probably for good reason, too, if you're really that strong. [ Said without a trace of skepticism; he has no problem with that part.

A beat, a flat stare. ]

But you ain't cutting them down.