How many do you suppose came in claiming that he had the ability to befriend every enemy that had ever been set before him? And how many do you suppose came in pretending at power? I needed you to demonstrate that you weren't simply some prideful little fop who'd skated by all his life on moderate charm, who'd extracted himself from a few fights using his long eyelashes and his pretty pout and a few well-placed words, and who'd allowed his pride to convince him that this made him ready to be a diplomat. Not just a diplomat, a leader in our ranks.

So I asked you to prove your skills. I asked you to bend. You have proven yourself, so far, incapable.