(You should kill me for being this behind...)
"Not a poor assumption, indeed," Edric answered, mulling it over. He had placed a possessive hand at Narcissa's waist; now he escorted her into a plush chair. "Would you like to sit, sir? After all, I am an old man now...I must rest myself when I can."
There was no sense of sarcasm or dryness in Edric's tone as he said it, although one never knew exactly how old a wizard was. He was simply used to being the elder in situations such as this. "There is no real democracy when power is at stake. It's foolish to think otherwise. And in that vein, why waste time accomodating those who aren't able to grasp or keep that power?"