The flush that spread across her fair cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Tom. Quite honestly, it was an effect that he was quite accustomed to having on women - well, when he intended to make them swoon. He could just as easily insult them beyond all reason. Regardless, he understood what the cause of such a reaction was. For the time being, he didn't let it lessen his estimation of her.
"We are quite outnumbered then," Tom said thoughtfully. "These two others, do you know the extent of their loyalty? Would they answer if summoned once again?" After all, he didn't know any of the people that she claimed to be his followers. Even if he had tested them all in the future, he would have to test them all here again; he would only surround himself with those he knew and those he knew to be loyal. It wasn't as if he was uninterested in starting another war here, but he had a feeling that, whether he began one or not, one was coming to him. It would to start preparing, especially because their magical resources were immensely limited. This war, if their magic wasn't to be reclaimed (and that thought made Tom's mind sour) would have to be fought in alternative ways.
"Preparations should be made in the event that those who fought against us decide to lift their banner once more," Tom responded. "Many here seemed to have their own skewed version of justice.