Ptolomy looked at Alexander pleased as punch, with a smug look of complacency that seemed to congratulate himself for coming up with this brilliant plan.
The brilliant plan where he can just sit around and eat and shit, while Alexander worked himself to the bones wiping his butt.
Alexander did not bother to dignify that offer with a response.
In fact, he was having a hard time not retorting, 'If I'm gonna do all the work, why would I need you?'
Instead, Alexander changed the topic, "Ahem, Your Majesty, tomorrow the peasants will know why you rebelled, but have you thought how to justify your rebellion to the nobles?"
"Isn't it obvious that I rebelled because my brother was corrupt and because he lost heaven's will?" Ptolomy gave the same hackneyed answer.
Alexander shook his head and informed, "That was before the drought. The nobles know that the drought ending and the crushing defeat of the Camtagenans occurred at the same time. I doubt they will buy that story."