He makes an amused noise, turning his head so he can give Laertes a playful, half-lidded glance. "Do you doubt my ability to give orders?" There is a faint jump in his stomach at the thought of holding that sort of power over someone; he is not quite certain how he feels about it. (He is, however, mindful that he will not let himself abuse it.) The amusement may only partially cover that sudden burst of nerves.