The Dunmer acknowledged the joke, though he did not laugh. "I do not think I shall be getting ahead of myself, not when Vile's minions may end up solving the problem for us before it is all over. Hopefully the former general will not prove to be [i]too[/i] competent. If there is any shred of honesty in his words, he may not be too cautious with his own life." He remarked. The Dunmer finally took a few moments to pay attention to his own meal as he cast his gaze further down the table. "If that fails, perhaps the lizards can take him. They are certainly always eager to do anything the Champion says." 

Although he was not budging from his opinion, Geran was patient through Sabine's objections and remained just as friendly in his attitude. He smiled, speaking softly and staying respectful towards Sabine. "Unfortunately, my grievances are that she is quick to anger and behaves irrationally when angered. That is not a wise grievance to bring up with someone who is quick to anger, yes? I do not doubt her power, and if I were to confront her, I know she would demand that I challenge her authority in the traditional way. I cannot defeat her in a duel, nor would I wish to try. I have no desire to try and take her position myself; I am humble enough to admit that I would not be a good candidate to be the Champion. But what I can see is your potential. You have proven your power to everyone here, and to me, you have shown your wisdom. Meesei, she loves you. I have seen the evidence of that firsthand." He said, pointing a finger to his blackened eye. "I believe that, if you decided to become the Champion, you would need only ask and she would make it so."