...fine. [Without much more of an argument, Waver gave in--the idea left a bad taste of being unnecessary in his mouth, but he didn't have the energy to point that out.] Fine. [Repeating himself a little more clearly, the magus did the best he could to collect himself.]

If it's going to make you happy, I w-won't waste what little breath I have arguing. But--just between us, understood? Any more than that is begging for the wrong sort of attention.