I watch his legs stretch out, watch his feet turn. He's small, kind of scrawny almost, but there's something to be said for sinewy strength. I'm not exactly all brute force and no finesse myself.

I blink at his thoughts on the matter. I'd never really considered that. Not that I could apply anything he's implying. For me, messing about with, as he says, 'significant political interactions' could be a death sentence for me where it would simply keep someone, anyone else away from the Emperor.

Still, I find myself appreciating his words, his... attempt, such as it is. It's friendly. Not something you run into much in my circles. "I'll keep that in mind." I smirk. "You weren't lying, when you said E.F. was big on the politics."