"Fair," he concedes, with a grimace. He needs his sword back, but having to go ask for it definitely chafes. Honestly, having to interact with these strange Leaders at all sounds like the last thing he ever wants to do.

Not being guaranteed one of these crest things sounds like it must cause a problem to him even before Felix mentions his friend— he's not even from the same place, these crests don't exist to him, but he's suddenly glad to be an only child. The idea of a crest, at least in its function, sounds almost like... well, he knows magical enhancements, just none that are in the bloodline.

"It sounds like a hassle," he says, without really thinking about it. Then he holds up a hand, like, oops, "No offense."