“It wouldn’t make sense to delay the audience for longer than a few days.” His distaste for the council’s games is palpable. “If they hold off much longer, their power display would become redundant.” “Sure,” I drawl, my voice as dry as a well-done steak. “It’s okay for them to be dicks, but they wouldn’t want to be redundant.” The corners of his mouth quiver. “We’ll just have to make good use of our time until then.”
