Alistaire falls quiet for a long minute, eyes shutting and steepling his fingers in thought. His head tilts down, until he finally opens his eyes and looks up again.

"We need to move very carefully, but... people love do-gooders, Auntie. Being in the right place, at the right time... to deal with the wrong caliber of person... It could be quite the social windfall, for someone with the appropriate... talents."