He sees the arch of her eyebrow and shakes his head, having a feeling he knows who she's thinking about.

"He will not choose Loki over me." Best if that idea is quashed now. "Our..." He stops, swallows, and continues. He's all right. Or he will be. "Our mother was most of the reason he was ever even civil with my brother; there is little love lost there. And it was very telling that she dismissed the lack of magical bloodlines in your family at, at the meal."

The last meal. He should have ended it early, sent her home. There'd been something in the air and he'd ignored it, intent on enjoying his time like a fool. He'd let his instincts slip, lured into complacency, and the Inquisition threatens to continue that process.

"And I do not know why the Inquisition has a leader who is fine with attacking another nation. I heard of what happened in Nevarra, that the Inquisition denies being to blame for it, but what I saw in the Catacombs did not encourage me there. What if the priorities of the Inquisition are not simply to defeat Corypheus but to also destabilize other nations, ones who have not declared themselves in support of it?"

The problem is that he doesn't have the head for this sort of maneuvering. It's Loki who does, Loki who is is barely even looking at right now.