[Jeremiah hears him coming from a ways anyway, the click of boots on the ground sharp on his ears as everything else is to his senses now, and while he can hear the blond slow noticeably, he makes no remark. He already knows well enough.]

I'm afraid you don't have me to thank or to blame, Lord Weinberg. [He turns a bit himself, cape swaying a little about his shoulders as he regards the taller blonde advancing towards him with an even, proud look.] You should know the decision isn't mine to make. Or would you like to commend His Majesty yourself?