For a moment he is given to simply listen to the female beside him, one ear turned towards her. After all, for all the words he is given to speak he is given to find just as much interest in the vocalisations of others, interested indeed in what the female might be given to offer. Perhaps to some extent he is a prideful creature, one often perceived as arrogant, though just as often this is wrongly so, after all- he is simply honest in that which he says and does, simply sees no need to lather his words in honey. The truth is the truth and as such he is given to speak his mind, never truly having learned that such a thing may often afford others a certain degree of resistance towards him. Ever since he had learned to walk, he has spoken and indeed despite his parents desire that he should remain silent the boy had proved incapable, content to correct everyone and everything, failing to understand when he was younger that others so often do not desire to be corrected, more so they do not hold the same fascination with bettering themselves and indeed over time he had learned, to some extent to withhold some opinions. In this moments though, he sees no need, curious indeed as to her choices though he had hypothesized as much, a faint hint of smile given to trace his glorious golden features as she voiced her thoughts, much of it the boy already having guessed and yet the words of others are so often possessing of more information then even they believe, his head dipping in a nod as she finished before one eye was given to lift ever so slightly in a gesture inherited from Indus alone. Though the earthen male had long since died in the fall of the sky, his golden son, it would seem, is content to allow some mannerisms continue.

“There. You now need no advice upon your choices for future alliances, you have known all along as to whom you desire to have with you by way of respect, mutual interest and in times of war. So often you will find you know the answers to such things, you merely need someone to help you find them.”

His lip was given to lift once more ever so slightly, what may have been a chuckle rumbling within his throat, amused perhaps at his own mind game in this moment and yet as such finds himself content with this new Alphess’ intelligence all the same. She is quick of mind, personable and he is sure is possessing of a rather useful ability to learn, one he had been of every belief Purge did not hold. After all, insanity, by definition is the repeat of an action over and over, expecting a different result. How many times must Purge struggle to gain leadership, only to lose it? He had not disliked the white female entirely, she had, after all, shown some hint of usefulness by way of her having indulged his desire to be useful and yet her lack of political knowledge had been a somewhat frustrating thing. To be in the presence of one born to such a role is more fitting he feels, her knowledge already assured, a knowledge he may well be willing to increase should the mood strike him.

The questions she poses next see those strange black eyes turned back upon her once more, head tilted slightly in some form of contemplation, mind so eagerly relishing such debate and discussion. He lives for such things, craves this form of mental stimulation and indeed finds himself more then willing to engage her as he allowed an ever so brilliant grin to adorn his face of glorious copper and gold that reflects each flash of sun and snow alike.

“I would be the most superior choice quite simply because I am the most superior choice, because it is the role I have possessed near all my life and because I would find my time wasted in another role. I have the experience, the knowledge and the ability to be as such, quite simply because I know I do, because I have performed such a role successfully for many years as it is.”

She could hardly argue with the truth and indeed some part of him is well aware of this, dark eyes still held steadily against her own, words spoken entirely without shame nor ego.

“I am honest, I do not guard my words though assuming you have been given to digest my vocalisation up until this point it is my affirmed hypothesis that you are already aware of this. That is why I am a superior choice- because I speak the truth of the matter, not what you may desire to hear.”

There is, after all, a vast difference between what an Alpha may desire to hear and what the truth of a situation may be, one of the boys few qualities, perhaps, his ability to simply speak straight of any matter. As for the worst choice, well, for a moment he is given to consider such an offer once more before he shoulders roll in something of a shrug.

“I would be the worst choice because, though it is little known, I am born of Alphas, of the reigning Queen of Trenus, Wild Justice and her mate Indus before it was taken over by the self-titled Angel Heyel and as I am sure you may well be aware, by nature of genetic inheritance, I am dangerously ambitious and to have me beside you may well only allow me further knowledge on how best to undo you entirely and take this pack for my own. Alpha blood does not flow quietly, Daenerys. Until the births of my children I was the last of my line, the last true Prince of Trenus and Diveen by definition of that same right. That would make me your worst choice, because I am genetically predisposed to desire power- as are you.”

She could take such words as she desired them and yet his cunning mind is just as such, he had spoken of his honesty and weakness or not- he has spoken truthfully of why he would be a poor choice, his strength, in turn, a support of his weakness, displaying the nature of that honesty now even if cleverly disguised as a negative point. Such is the mind of a true prodigy and one so long wasted in menial tasks. Her final question it seemed, saw the male simply blink before responding.

“Lavender is quiet and while respected amongst Spirane and born here she is often absent and an absent Hand will offer you nothing. She knows little of the outside world, she cannot advise on what she has never experienced. Orca is family, that alone makes her both an asset and a hindrance to you. As family you will be more inclined to trust her and have her near to you. Yet one should not mix family and business. You are her sister and no matter what she may say otherwise, by nature of her relationship to you she will not speak to you the truth, she will not be able to tell you when you are wrong, nor when you are being foolish. She will be inclined to see as you see. You need someone who sees otherwise. Who sees differently to you and sees what you may not. I was Second to my Brother Weylin for many years, I know that this is an unwise decision. That is how they would both benefit and obstruct you. I am not young and inexperienced like Lavender, I have seen the world, nor do I have any inclination to offer you an affectionate view of the world as Orca will- no pack, not even the Angels of Diveen has a family member for an advisor. I am good at what I do Daenerys.”

What more was there to be said?