Eleven's brush of temper waned, the suffusion of cool logic steadily settling his heart rate. It was a stupid idea, he known it was a stupid idea, and Archeval had a bulleted list of pointed reasons why beyond even the potential risk factor.

He breathed, straightening, and withdrew his hand. "That's good to know."

And it was. He could trust that Archeval would be prepared to shoot down any such notions with far more effectiveness than he could manage himself. There would be no ill-conceived alliance with Unhalad. They would be fine.

"Thank you."