Kohl felt a growl rising into the back of her throat as Bradeton flourished and playacted and tried to railroad through the discussion with force of personality alone, laying out some convoluted plan that made it seem like everyone would get what they wanted through him... as long as he got what he wanted first.   The idea had its merits and did appeal in some senses, but Kohl was not stupid enough to believe that this would be the only time he tried something like this.<br/><br/>The Silver Pact had its share of eloquent speakers, and Kohl had been privileged to hear some of the finest of them speak at the last gathering she had attended.  This man, this Chosen of the Unconquered Sun, was no slouch in the art of speaking, and that was plain for all to see.  And had he chosen another way to try and sway her to his cause, one with quieter words and less grandiose gesticulating, Kohl would likely have been more than open to listening.<br/><br/>But Kohl had known men like him before, who swept in as if the fate of the world hung on their next breath, as if none were more important than they were, as if none but they had the gods-given authority to decide the best course of action to take.  Thus did the Dragon-Blooded behave.  Kohl knew that first hand.  Solar Exalted or not, Bradeton had not yet earned the right to command her respect in such a fashion.<br/><br/>So she stood stoic in the face of his persuasiveness, arms still folded across her chest and an intractable expression firmly fixed on her masculine face that only softened the slightest bit when Fisher bounded to his feet to masterfully put the other Solar back in his place.<br/><br/>( Willpower. )