Some people were impressively stupid when it came to matters that required even a modicum of extra thought. Regardless what costs would be lost by choosing one side over the other, money cannot be enjoyed by the dead. Reprocussions for every choice made. Still, he didn't know the full story but he did know people who made poor political choices in their leadership. Some that benefitted them quite well until their death but in that benefit destroyed countless lives of those sworn to be protected by them.

Matters for another time.

Anyway, take the damn drink Yondu. Once taken, he crosses his arms staring flat at the man who chooses to speak about the recent attire change. There's an eyeroll somewhere there even if it never actually happens. Just something you can feel, you know? In good sport, or something like that.

"You're welcome," he says with a dip of his chin. "I'll hope this for you as well," and not say 'but if not,' as such a thing is surely already in the man's mind. It's nice, though, that Yondu seems... relieved? And in a shocking turn of events, Tobirama places a hand on the Centaurian's shoulder. "Loyalty and honor are everything. I am glad this has helped."