"Oh, you're like a guard. I saw a lot of them down south, or here. Most of them here seem kind of... hm. Stiff." He pauses, letting her catch the implication he finds her less of a stiff than oh, Sparks Nevada.

"I kind of wish sometimes I could be what I was where I'm from, I can't really get a Dozen together, and they seem to have plenty of Kings and Queens already." He frowns a little, as he finishes the last part, as if remembering just why he finds politics distasteful.

"But if you want to do what you did at home here, I'm sure you can find someone to lead you in that direction. Your moogle probably knows more than say, I would. I leave mine alone. West is a good enough fellow, though."

He shrugs.