Skullic shrugged. "Why not? I'd do it for the woman I liked. I'm just asking if you're aware of the risk."
"General… That's insanely bad advice. Imagine if I listened to that logic?" Oliver said.
"Well, you're going to do it anyway," Skullic said, leaning on his chair. "Perhaps not because you like either woman – and why is that, I wonder? – but for the sake of a misplaced loyalty, you'll be ending up in the same position. Your retainers will praise you, but again you'll be taking a jab at the High King."
"I'll do it then," Oliver said, smiling a menacing smile. Both he and Ingolsol had seized the opportunity and soon it was phrased as a jab towards the High King. That man needed all the jabs that they could possibly deliver.
Skullic shook his head. "Now see, that's a worse habit than me doing it for the sake of a woman. But I digress, do what you will. You understand the dangers. It will not affect my house."
