Kerr did his best to keep his lip from curling when Saraekiel declared he could get behind Ben's group of advisors - which was obvious to any imbecile as a revamped Oligarchy, the very structure he'd just shat all over. Again though, it came from Ben, so it had to be gold. He even claimed to have structure in the North! Similar to the Oligarchy! Fucking what?! It was everything Kerr could do to keep himself contained.
Thankfully, Ben employed his model smile and Kerr could see that he was finally thinking. He even asked a question that was relevant and informative - and the dark angel answered! Calling his structure a 'coalition, not an advisory board' was splitting hairs as far as Kerr was concerned but it was significant to Saraekiel. A rose by any other name would be a potato, apparently. Kerr had to disagree, though. Saraekiel's northern structure sounded less like a coalition than organised chaos, everyone for themselves until there was trouble and then they'd try to stopper the dam before it spilled out into the city streets and became someone more organised's problem. How very responsible of the 'district leader'.
This man wasn't leading the district. He was a spruiker standing on a soapbox with a megaphone, shouting into the wind and hoping everyone was okay. They would be, as long as they followed his expectations, Kerr supposed, but what sorts of fickle fancies did this this pretty-boy leader even have? What did he stand for? Just... 'everyone for themselves but behave, okay'? Yes, that certainly sounded more stable than the District Leader council. Not.
He almost flinched when Saraekiel had a drink and then turned his way, asking him a question directly. He took a moment to appear to think the question over, repositioning his arm so that it wasn't on the back of the couch and he appeared more attentive. Really, he just needed a moment to sift through what he could say and what he would. They were definitely not the same thing.
"I think it is working, to a point, though they're somewhat fractured, as you say," Kerr conceded graciously, repeating the dark angel's words back at him in an attempt at flattery. "Hopefully that will change once the election's done and there's a definite council. They wouldn't like it, but I'd bring them together literally. More meetings, more communication, more common agendas. Some infrastructure within the districts whereby the constituents can voice their concerns wouldn't go astray, either. It's all well and good to pin up a bunch of laws and expect people to blindly follow but if the leaders don't listen on a regular basis they'll soon find themselves leading no-one. They need to give, as well as take."
He and Ben had many, many plans for the development of more than just a council of advisors but Kerr had selectively fed Saraekiel the parts he believed the dark angel would be most drawn to. He gave everyone a voice in the North and seemed to believe pragmatism was overrated - mixing things up and seeing where everything fell seemed to be more his modus operandi - but Kerr couldn't come at that wholeheartedly. Giving everyone the chance to voice their needs was where he felt their two philosophies overlapped. It wouldn't devastate him if they couldn't agree on something, though.