As Xanxus apologized to him, Lantus simply nodded and waved a hand, accepting the apology. Xanxus's attitude didn't bother him much, as he'd dealt with far worse before. Compared to his now-deceased mother-in-law, [i]gods damn that harpy to the deepest pits of the abyss[/i], a bit of cockiness wasn't much to get worked up about. 

[b]"Think nothing of it, General Xanxus. As long as you do your job well and I do the same, we'll get along fine."[/b] 

While it was annoying that Xanxus refused to use his own men, Lantus couldn't exactly complain, seeing as he had no intention of recalling any of his own bannermen in the first place. After all, there was no point in running his men ragged chasing after what remained of the Shepards if Darrian planned on inciting war with Plegia. Lantus's own knights were among the most well-trained and equipped in Ylisse, and he was certain that they were a more than a match against Xanxus's personal unit, especially if Lantus was leading them himself. Fielding an elite force like that just to chase down a few ragged survivors was simply a waste of resources. 

As Xanxus began discussing their troop choices, Lantus took a moment to consider his words before nodding.

[b]"Agreed. We'll field a force of fliers and mounted infantry." [/b] The old general said before turning to leave. [b]"Considering your dislike of common soldiers, I trust you won't mind if I gather the men myself. Send for me if you need something."[/b] Lantus left for the barracks, his two knights trailing behind him.