From the choice of words, Albus supposed Regulus might not be one of those who thought of him as 'one of the greatest minds'. It very almost made him smile, but he managed to refrain. "Well, I'll do my best."
Pulling a few pieces of parchment towards him, he examined the text carefully.
"I think we'll struggle if we step away from all international treaties," he suggested, thoughtfully. "I would say it would be beneficial to be seen to be willing to work with them, at least. Even if we don't agree to them all, some must still hold their value?"
He shrugged, placing the pages he'd been examining carefully down on the table. "In many ways, it could be argued that we need them more than they need us. At least at the moment."
Albus glanced across at the book Regulus was holding, absently tapping long, ink-stained fingers on the wooden tabletop. He wondered whether he could see the resemblance to his ancestors. Albus had been a student when Phineas Nigellus was headmaster, and although he had admired him, he had found some of his viewpoints faintly distasteful. He didn't get quite the same feeling for this young man, however. At the very least, he seemed good for an interesting discussion.
"Sensible," he agreed, leaning forward in his chair a little. "Can I ask... when you say you're concentrating on the act, rather than the spell. I don't disagree, but I assume motive and intention plays a rather large role? I always believed the reason the unforgivable curses were unforgivable was because there is little question of what is intended."