"Maybe once you've reached the peak of power, you just get bored and need to switch it up?" He ponders, a slight bitterness in his tone. How Sylvia managed to acquire so much power at such a young age is a frustrating mystery to him.

He leans back in his seat, rocking the edge of his glass back and forth on the the table as he thinks.

"Things are changing though. You can see that, right? Now that Sylvia's stepped down, we're on the cusp of a big shift, if you ask me." It's not a warning of his own plans. At this point in time, he has barely tried to put them into action. Has hardly considered it. But instead it's an acknowledgement of the opportunity that's there. If he does not use it, someone else will.