Cathair smirked. "Generally speaking, the ones who want to be in charge never ought to be in charge," he pointed out. He'd been raised to do it, his obligation to the cause by virtue of his family's place in the organization.
He nodded. "No worries," he agreed grimly. He'd made enough mistakes with his own father, who thankfully had forgiven his stupidity and helped him. "Just don't be a maudlin drunk. They're no fun to drink with." He smiled a bit, so she knew he was teasing her.