Joshua Ray, himself, was taken aback by the qualities Graham just presented.

He wants to reward... goodness? He wants to sponsor and foster better people? Not monsters? Not slave-soldiers?

A mild surprise, this was. [color=ff4c4c]"So... you're saying, what are you saying?"[/color], he mumbled out, before saluting and speaking up, his knees like jelly. He hated having to speak in crowds but god dammit, he had principles and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't have to break them. Of course...

[color=ff4c4c]"Sir, does... 'Honor' have a place in your.. uhh, 'order', sir?[/color], He straightened up a bit more, and breathed a few breaths a tad heavier before calming down about having to talk in front of so many people. For his standards, anyway. [color=ff4c4c]"We're.. not going to act like a secret police force, or, needlessly kill people, or...-[/color], he paused a bit, looking at Graham but avoiding his eyes in fear, [color=ff4c4c]"I'm not going to have to go into a quaint little town somewhere in the middle of the night and terrorize innocent people over a damn percentage, r-right?"[/color]

He went a bit quiet and looked away, shrinking like a kid who got into the cookie jar and was caught with red, crumby hands. [color=ff4c4c]"Uhhm... uhh.. if We're not gonna do that I won't complain. I'm fine with.. y'know... uhh...--"[/color], he took a step back, mumbling once more, [color=ff4c4c]"Lesser evils for the metaphorical greater good."[/color]