Perhaps the man, the oft no longer recognized or recognizable heir of the long since conquered Tenebreaen throne, has some concept of the plan. He knows just what motivations the Dalmascans might have been given by Niflheim. If he was not being held anymore, he had suspicions. Who, after all, would turn over a general who had done such damage?

Ravus barely even looks up to acknowledge Basch, for why would he? Why should he care to?

"Do not pretend my comfort begins to figure into your considerations," Ravus dismisses. He's a prisoner and a political pawn as he has ever been. He cares not for the games they play with words.