[ Byerly exhales smoke through his nostrils in a long stream. ]

What, and commit to something? You know that's not our way.

[ Less facetiously: ] You are right. I think you are. If we at least put it out on the table - you can still want this, but this isn't what we're committed to, and as long as you're here you can't pretend this isn't more important than what you personally want.

And then half the mages would leave, the nasty ones, and I'd get this briar from out of my paw.

[ He's joking. Mostly. ]