Gallus moved his head to the hand that was holding onto the netting so he could itch his temple. He stood paused and carefully mulling over his response. It would be very easy to get cross at Ahnasha for being so presumptuous and absolute, but she wasn't wrong on all counts.

"You know...Ahnasha, you're right. I'm not a Khajiit or an Argonian, I may not even be considered a proper Imperial citizen, given that I was born and raised amongst the clan. I can't know your experiences any more than I could know Irenya's. But I'm still responsible for this, and..." Gallus cut off a brewing tirade that would have only served to anger Ahnasha properly, "...Actually, I think we will speak of myself only when it's relevant."

Gallus was about to turn around and possibly end the conversation there, but he stopped with a thought. Maybe he was being to indirect. "Ahnasha, if I were to bring you and Irenya together for a respectful talk, right now, what would you want out of her?"