'you think straight like a machine' - Lucius smiled. Why yes. That was called logic. A highly valued talent among the martian priesthood. Telling the somewhat less rational imperial priest that now hardly seemed like a good idea though. Indeed, he refrained from correcting the priest at all. Clearly the man needed to get it off his chest. It was almost a pity so much of his memorance archives had been corrupted on Cirrus, else, he might have taken Raphael up on his challenge. He still had high hopes for successful recovery though, given time.<br/><br/>He even refrained from pointing out the glaring flaws in the priest's 'plan', if you could even call it that. Legal ramifications of impersonating a highborn noble aside, even a common guard wouldn't be stupid enough to let that one fly. A governor's son would be expected to wait, same as anyone, if only to demonstrate the governor's own power. Besides, without the appropriate entourage and trappings, who in their right mind would believe the drunken priest was a Governor's son? No. At best, it would land them in a cell. No doubt the others around the table would have little difficulty recognising that themselves.<br/><br/>The threat though, that was just a touch too far. Something he couldn't leave unanswered.<br/><br/>"As you have so aptly pointed out, you are indeed 'drunk'. I'll spare you a description of the adverse effects, but suffice to say, it is hardly a condition that promotes a good impression. Rather, it leaves me questioning your competence. What I am finding is hardly reassuring. An ally you cannot rely on is no ally at all."<br/><br/>He paused a moment, letting his rebuke sink in, before prompting the drunken priest to respond.<br/><br/>"Do you think my concerns are unreasonable?"