Argus snorted derisively into his drink just before taking another sip. It was amazing how easily he'd forgotten the way alcohol felt - not only on the tongue, but the faint burn in the throat, the almost chemical aftertaste. He simultaneously enjoyed it and found it disgusting. This didn't stop him from drinking more before her answered.
"Nor I," he agreed. He'd been out of school for several years before the thought had even occurred to him, in fact. The enthusiasm these children had, it was feverish and largely blind, and Argus didn't like it. "I just don't see the need. We have a devoted following, and there will be time enough for new, young blood after this has all settled. We're so near to achieving His goals..."
It seemed desperate, was what he wanted to say. But Argus didn't wish to express doubt. "I understand that we ought not to turn down an opportunity to increase our numbers. This just seems a it of a stretch."