"Won't." Tseng wouldn't deny that, either. "Should that cease to remain the case, my Turks know how to get in touch with you."

He emptied his teacup, and then gave her a brief nod before pushing his seat out and readying himself to stand.

"You understand, when the temptation is this great, important decisions such as this require... time. For proper consideration."

That was about as close as he could possibly come to admitting that he wanted to assist. There were not words for how much he wanted to. But hasty decisions made in the past for personal reasons had cost his Turks too much already.