"Work for is kind of a strong word," Mircea countered. He didn't technically work for anyone. Couldn't put a finger on the last time he'd actually done such a thing, either. "Let's call it... Outside consultant." This was definitely something that was going to beg a more detailed explanation than he'd planned on giving. He just needed information.
This was why he kept to himself.
"It's exactly the honeyed bullshit that convinced me that this is a disaster in the making," he pointed out, because that was true. He had signed on to help (tentatively) because, despite the fact that she was an actual dragon, he was pretty sure Xi was a lot of bark and not a lot of bite. Or at least, she didn't have the foggiest idea what she was doing. And if someone said they wanted a revolution... Well, you know he'd love to see the plans. You know. In the words of Lennon and McCartney. Or also his own words. "And now, I find out who her second in command is and... Well, no one knows honeyed bullshit like Fair Ones, amirite?"
"So, here I am, trying to make sure nothing goes off the rails."