He watched his wife explain her work with an amused grin on his face, slowly shaking his head. "I am only somewhat good now, kiddies. Your mother is a grandmaster of the highest order, matched only by Tysinni and Ulwei, and they can only do it in narrow fields of politics and diplomacy. Ama here takes all comers in the diplomatic and political fields. So, guess you get a few more days of training before you meet the natives, Kimat."<br/><br/>He considered what Ama was implying, before suddenly laughing. "Very well, and I know just the line that would spark it. 'Archdragon, God of Choice, and Fleet Admiral of the Draconic Raiders, reporting back in, oath brother.' Man, he is gonna be SOOOOOOO pissed about that, especially since I technically resigned that position when I dropped him in a black hole. Never did the official paperwork for it, so I still, again technically, hold the position. He probably plans to give me the position or equivalent for joining up with him, so reminding him I still hold the original one will tweak his nose a bit. So tonight, be myself, and tomorrow be the urbane political savvy CO I have been for the last two millennia. Going to be fun."<br/><br/>He paused, and then grinned. "Not as much fun as letting the gods know the newest paragon of Chaos is marrying the kitsune goddess. Though if they haven't figured it out by now, they aren't paying attention."<br/><br/>He paused, and gave his wife a suspicious look. "You don't know what this banquet is about, do you? Cause if I am getting the position of governor of a planet or something, I am going to have to do something drastic. Though if he picks the plane with the City of Brass, faerie and my dragon plane, he is both punishing and rewarding me."