The barest hint of a smile seemed to cross Cormac's lips as Faetalis gave him the good news. Physical labor. That was exactly what he needed to keep his mind from wandering toward thoughts he didn't want to give the time of day. It could be something as disgusting as cleaning the stables of animal stool and he still might have begun humming a tune to himself.

So when she broke the news that her task for him was to be a politician, she downright broke his poor fragile heart. [color=0054a6]"An ambassador?"[/color] he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. [color=0054a6]"You've got the wrong man, missy. There's got to be plenty of other candidates you could choose from. Hell, Tungsten's automatons are probably more qualified than me,"[/color] Cormac argued.