Relax. I know you wouldn't imply anything of the sort.

[Tone dropping to something more humorless, Waver leaned his head on Diarmuid's shoulder.] I'm upset about that, certainly--mostly about the former. But I don't find that the pressing issue. I think perhaps what's bothering me most of all is...it doesn't feel right.

We put everything into that and lost too much to have only inconvenienced the overconfident bastard for a few days at best. I doubt he even thinks of the whole affair as being actual consequences for his actions.