Francis managed to get back in and pushed the guy into his seat as he stared down at him. He was a sobbing mess and he realized he was starting to speak about something else. He almost felt bad what he was doing, but nah...

"Hey, I'm not a poor. It's temporary. I still have money and my kingdom, I was separated. And no one can take my royal blood from me." He said gesturing to himself and slapped the crying man, though tried to not do it so hard. "Being filthy is temporary, so are these clothes. Help me, and when I get back you will be rich and admired among the people. Who wouldn't want that?"

He had to snap this guy out of his sniffling mess. "You shouldn't call someone a poor, if they turn their fortunes, they are not likely to like you."