He looks to Corvo, and then to Jessamine as he considers what he wants to say.

He knew of the plan to proceed with Emily as Empress. He'd heard as well as Corvo. And while he knows in his heart and in his head that Emily is a vastly different child, there's pieces of this, of a child ruler, of working for one, that grate up against ancient wounds. His hand rubs his opposite wrist for a moment as he picks his words and not just because of his own skin.

"I'd like to find out, aye."

A glance at Corvo.

"What would you be, then?"