[ Ernesto's gaze flicks off to the side for a moment, gone somewhere else for a second, thinking about his own father and his convictions.

Strong beliefs are an admirable thing in so many ways, and Ernesto really wishes his own were less shaky than they can often be, but he's also seen what that kind of dogma can lead to.

His smile is tired looking when he returns his attention to her. ]

We'll have to do our best, but I'll be honest even with some years of diplomacy under my belt, I'm pretty out of my league with this one.