[ Bones huffs something between a laugh and a grumble. The castle truly would not survive this child without any fear of death left in him. He would not be surprised if Jim managed to get himself on the Council as a youngblood somehow. Whether he'd get there through murder or other means is a different story, but Bones doesn't quite know him well enough to be sure.

He isn't even sure he'd be opposed to the former, if he's being honest. Needless death, he won't stand. But a little assassination... well. Those are dangerous thoughts, and ones he doesn't voice. He just takes the flask back, shooting Jim a Look and arching his brow like he's a particularly strange plant. ]

Depends on what you're askin'.

[ Says the guy who was thinking "I mean, if Jim decides to kill a guy, I wouldn't be opposed." But those are just surface thoughts. Who knows if he'd do it. ]

Maybe if you quit callin' me pretty all the time, I'll take you seriously. For now, it's just a dream, kid.

[ Bones takes a sip of his flask, rolling his eyes. That's not a "no." That's quite literally a "maybe." ]

But I'll keep it between you an' me. I'm no snitch.