Ser Ashlock does not regret his choice of words, and looks momentarily mutinous at the idea that he should, but he supposes the head of diplomacy has the post for a reason. And if it keeps the rebel contingent from setting him on fire in his sleep--

Perhaps he has been too hot-tempered. Other templars, he knows, could make better of this situation than he has. Wren wouldn't do anything to necessitate a division head leaping physically into the fray, jiggling appealingly all the while--which is neither here nor there at all, but it does draw the eye, just for a moment.