He had given her a strange look, and started to open his mouth to give a slightly sarcastic reply about needing a couple years and her help, but she corrected herself before he could talk. Which was probably just as well. Instead, he considered the expanded statement, before diverting his attention to one of his thirty drones. This one in particular had been doing research on the nation in its royal library, using literally every scroll, book, and parchment scrawl to ensure that the death guard learned what it could of its allies. More to determine where their blind spots were, but also to learn what to not say or do in their presence. In this case, he found what he needed almost immediately<em>(at least by Eva's standards; by construct standards he looked for their equivalent of nearly ten minutes)</em>, before smiling and nodding. "Actually, I think I can do that."<br/><br/>A story had caught his attention, of the fledgling elven kingdom fighting with another one, run by an ancient, vicious red dragon. With the help of the eventual Queen's loyalists, and a silver dragon who been more than just a good friend to her if he was reading the subtext right, the red had been slain, but the silver had died during the fight to kill him.  No mingling of the bloodlines, sadly, but the story all but spelled out that the Queen had accidentally killed the silver, using a dragon slaying arrow meant for the red. She had gone for a shot she just barely could make, and the silver had reversed right into the arrow. The arrow hadn't killed him, but it had staggered him, letting the red slam into him and rip his throat out.<br/><br/>A nice model of the fight, in three or four pieces, would be a nice 'gift.' The first would be the red, in flight, wreathed in fire, screaming rage as he realized he was losing to those inconsequential ants and weaklings, wounds clear on him. It would take most of the rest of the day, and would be ready just in time for the evening dinner. "Then perhaps a dinner with your mother tonight, to get the apology out of the way, and then you to allow me to deliver the gift."