He accepts the bottle with an air of suspicion, and watches Caiphias, evenly, as he talks, not interrupting. "So, I see you<em>do</em>know something about politics, then," he says, in a tone one might use to congratulate a child for announcing that it's potty-trained. "However, I will accept your offer to accompany you. If nothing else, I can see how quickly you fail, and ensure that the task is completed, despite your influence. You have certainly made the right choice, coming to me."