"My move?  In response to which problem? That damned perfidious Englishman is threatening war over Scandanavia, the Austrian is hopeless, and the Turk refuses to answer the post.  Meanwhile the Kaizer and the President of France are rattling sabers in a vain attempt to convince us that the haven't become bosom chums..."<br/><br/>He shrugged, pulling out his own contributions and accepting one of the goblets from her.<br/><br/>"I am no Metternich.  I'm barely a Stolypin.  And you ask what my moves shall be!"  Another Gallic shrug.  "Let us start with the easy situation.  The damned Englishman...I called him perfidious, but that rightfully belongs to the Sultan...seems to think that by fighting with me over Norway he can somehow overcome the growing Franco-German Axis.  I almost hope his gambit works."