He snorted, before taking a seat in front of the desk. "I deal with obscenely intelligent but surprisingly naive constructs every day, and have done so with minimal organic contact for the last damn near two millennia. So, having both made a point, I am offering at least a truce and cease fire, at least."<br/><br/>He sighed, and rubbed his eyes, before shaking his body. "Besides, it isn't like I know anything any more about peace time leading. Drink?"<br/><br/>He pulled a bottle of alcohol from a dead planet out of his personal storage space, and poured himself a shot. "I think this conversation is either going to be very short, or very long, and either way, total sobriety  is not the best way to approach it."