There is always this talk of enemies. Enemies, enemies, enemies. We'll rally against the enemies and fight together...everybody wants that. But do they really? There's a flicker in my eye, this I can feel, at the mere mention of such a term, a flicker I must shrug away with a roll of a shoulder and a curt nod of my head. Would Taviora truly support me in the fight against an enemy? Against the man who took a piece of my daughter? I wonder if Zelda and Hyrule could stand beside me and watch me pull him apart piece by piece with the word alliance beneath their breath. Everybody wants to swear a truce against one another's enemies but nobody ever wants to enforce it.

His next words, however, bring about a sudden change in my expression; it is surprisingly pleasant, my grin, a remnant of Heyel perhaps that feels most unusual. "Though you lack tone," I say with my own quirked brow, my muzzle flicking towards his own in indication, "you do not lack nuance." My lips are taut for a moment but then, I break again into a small hint of a grin. "With such words, I must wonder if my sons have been causing Taviora problems. Do not worry, Alistair. Your queen has permission to discipline them as she must."

I bow my head then, a small respect, before I stretch my legs beneath me, eager to return to business elsewhere. To feign such calmness and diplomacy is a difficult thing at this time, my blood still hot with anticipation of the punishment that is to come and so, I cannot hide that I am eager to be elsewhere. This, I'm sure, he has noticed. "Glorall has children this spring," I state flatly, my eyes moving towards the internals of the territory, "so you must excuse my haste. Specifics can be addressed later if Zelda so desires but for now, is there anything else?" My eyes move to his, intense in their meaning - cut this short, boy. Though his face is unwavering, I can sense the air around us is tense and, perhaps, it is not entirely me.