Jacque shrugs, setting his glass back down, "My challenge with that comes from situations where reality seems to be perverted to either demonize, justify a perspective or call for action. No, my memory is not photographic. I am able to retain information more in the sense of an index if that makes sense?"
"That's fair," he muttered regarding the note on rapport. "I mentioned before that lies are cumulatively expensive." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "So is enabling the perception that I think that the Prince is some kind of shield from this storm. She is not, so let's see if we can find some resolution before your pack decides to... put matters into their own hands."
Might as well start with the easy one, "I enjoy our rapport Garrett, especially in these private settings. I'd hate for anything to come in the way of future collaborations and you haven't really struck me as the type to bullshit about being offended. I'd like to offer you a minor to represent my position that I had not intended any offense or disrespect to you or your position that night. Regarding specifically Mister Meadows, I told him I did not want his opinion on the matter. The fact that he continued to provide his opinion on matters that did not concern him despite my decline would be on him and this arrangement would allow you to pursue that offense exclusively." He lifts his glass to his lips, thinking of the next step.
"As for Mister Madcap, neither of us have very good rapport with each other. He has declared the matter I disagreed with resolved, but as I stated I was willing to pursue a resolution of our working relationship as a separate matter. It sounds like this may be his way of suggesting that his attention is still quite locked on my fate, so I'll offer a minor boon to him as I had intended to before to help resolve this. This leaves him free to speak his mind about me to the public, as I'm not a fan of buying flowery words as I told him myself. This is not out of a lack of respect or desire for his support, but rather a clear sense of knowing when and if I truly have it. The only thing I would suggest he address is his declaration that I was an honorless weasel and a gnat. This is not out of any sense of personal pride on the matter as if I were only Whip I would have ignored it and called it a day, but because I am Her Majesty's voice it becomes an issue of decorum in the Elysium and can be seen as a public insult to Her Majesty directly. I would hate for any progress made tonight to be set back by consequences for his words being viewed as retaliatory on my part." He shrugged, "But as I said, just a suggestion. The boon is not contingent on him agreeing to that, I'm just trying to think ahead to the next issue."
His hand tilting over, "As for Mable, I was doing my job as prescribed by Her Majesty as Herald to her Keeper. This matter strongly hinges on whether or not I represented the Prince's will appropriately. Once this is determined, I will resolve anything outstanding directly with her."
His eyes rest on Garrett's, "Do you feel this appropriately encourages as stay of your pack's hand, Priscus?"