Mademoiselle, it sounds like you're flirting with me.

[ And it sounds like Byerly is avoiding the question, and indeed it's so obvious that even he sort of has to acknowledge that nah he won't be able to get away with that one. So: ]

I was disinherited when I was - hm - seventeen, I believe? We've not spoken since then. [ By smiles thinly. ] And as unfit as I am to be Emperor, if he woke up, I believe I'd essentially be obligated to kill him then and there to keep him from taking the title. I can't think of a single man less fit to lead.