"Just as long as they don't mutiny if there's no material goods coming to them out of that will," Alastor huffed dryly, though in actuality he did think better of most of the old Order at least than that. He didn't know the rest quite well enough yet.
The thought of how much knowledge was stored in the head of the man across from him was enough to remind Alastor he was a Ravenclaw. He could hardly imagine what it must be like to know that much -- or how long it would take to disseminate it to the people it needed to be disseminated to, either!
"We've already established that Snape has the knowledge and planning. Potter has the knowledge but is unsuitable, though his son is a born politician and likely wasted on the Aurors' division. But, he's young. And Shacklebolt is far from ready to take on any sort of responsibility."
Then the smirk registered and the truly sad thing was, it made sense in a horrid sort of way. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd gone off your nut, old friend. Snape and Junior." He sighed. "And me."
Really, it was mad.
And couldn't have been worse timing had Dumbledore and McKinnon gotten together and planned out their discussions.