He smiled and nodded, before grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. "I can do that, my lady."<br/><br/>Feeling inexplicably more cheerful than before Ama had ambushed him, he settled back against the wall, picking up cigar and glass, and waiting for Barid to call him forward so they could start the political dance that would eventually end with a war. The only question was how long to get from now to then.