It's just not for me. If people want to climb the ranks and for all the eyes to be on them, then that's for them and not for me. I'll leave it to those who want it.

[Wriothesley's gaze is sharp. He doesn't say anything, but he does notice the little things. The slight droop of wings and any minute detail. It's something he tucks away and doesn't bring up. If Sunday wanted to say more, then they would.]

Well, it's a good thing that we can add what we want to our cups and not the pot. You needn't bend your preferences to match my own. I'll send you some of the blends I've grown fond of sometime for you to enjoy in your room. [They eventually arrive at the Early Bird Hall. He leads the other to a small cafe in the area. It's a quaint little thing and they're seated promptly with menus to peruse their afternoon tea service and all the tea options available.]

Of course. There are people who rely on me that I can't abandon. I just intend to see through the goals I've set up here first. [Wriothesley has met people here and grown to care for them. He doesn't intend to leave at his earliest convenience.]