There are lives on the line in this moment, you think. It's not the time for you to be playing counselor. So instead you dig into your repertoire for a tidbit to amuse.
"I'm far from certain you want me to be advising you on this affair, Your Majesty," you say, holding your hands up. "Asking your fool for how to defuse conflict is like asking a burglar for advice on the most secure locks. We know something about the topic, but not necessarily on the same side as you…."
"Fair enough and well enough, young fool," Saul says with a weariness about his face. You can tell he seems genuinely disappointed that you didn't rise to the level of offering real advice. [-Saul] But as the room goes on without you, your forgettable jest serving its transitional purpose, you feel confident you made the right choice. [+Surety]
Lord Bisqueath makes certain to catch your eye as the advisors close in, and seems to be unusually approving of your conduct. [+Bisqueath] His is always one of the loudest voices attempting to steer His Majesty's conduct; perhaps he appreciates that you stepped out of the way rather than giving him one other opinion to ride roughshod over? It's hard to penetrate some times exactly what the taxmaster is after….
Remembering Gallibran