Taft shrugs. He's considered a great many things in his life. And after it. He'd always imagined, though, that his Sire made her intentions and machinations pretty transparent. All the better to groom him.
A thin-lipped smile follows Krieg's statement. "Flattery, is it? You'd make a good salesman, you know. But, all humor aside, I must confess that the Dragons came closest to wooing me. I served under one, for a time. Watched him rise from nothing into greatness. For all intents and purposes, he embodied all that their covenant strives for: mastery of self." He shifts in his seat, realigning his resting position even as he changes tactics. "So indulge me, if you will...an elevation of self was almost enough to swing my loyalty. But service? Seems the means to just the opposite. Humbling myself." His expression is neutral, now. Revealing little. Though the unbroken, unblinking gaze might suggest that Krieg's answer is important, indeed.