She's got the devil's eyes
She had never been terribly good at playing the diplomat. Never cared for the idle small-talk that so often littered these types of visits. Of course, when one shares a history such as they do, it is inevitable that some amount of the past must be addressed. Especially considering how the dragon had stood at Nerine’s side in the face of the interlopers attempt to claim Icicle Isle (they had disappeared nearly as quickly as they had appeared of course, but that is neither here nor there), and that affords him a greater familiarity than most might have been granted.
Still, a crown weighs heavily upon the head and much can change in the span of a year or two. As evidenced by his recent ascension.
“I am certain Leilan would welcome a visit,” she agrees casually, closing the subject as neatly as it had been opened. Allowing them to move into the true motivations for her visit. After all, she had not come here to discuss her uncle or the history they had once shared.
No, they are here for politics, as he had so aptly acknowledged. Not that she is any more of a politician than she is a diplomat.
“It is no secret that Loess had… something of a crusade prior to your ascension,” she begins bluntly. Perhaps it had not been openly acknowledged, but Castile must know by now that there a few secrets safe from her. That had, after all, been one of the assets his mother had so greatly appreciated about her. Besides, she suspects he is not one to take offense at such boldness. “I’m sure you could understand my curiosity as to whether you plan to continue down that path.”
Of course, she is not foolish enough to believe he would admit such plans so openly to her (unless he felt she might offer him support). Still, her impression of the situation is that he seemed rather undecided. And his reaction to her comment would no doubt tell her far more than his answer might. Either way, she would be better equipped to decide whether their goals are compatible.
and they'll cut you like a weapon