[ he screws up his face, because he is, actually factually, kind of mad and sulky about being told no. probably a little glimpse into the uglier sides of his ambition, and it's barely even being touched upon yet. ]

I would entertain such an idea because I can see it so much more clearly than him. I see exactly where he made his mistakes. His errors, his sloppiness, his lack of a thousand years of magical advancement since his time and I could - I could fix it. Do it better. Actually help people, instead of simply hurt them. A near endless well of magic, my magic, that Mystra herself could not touch or threaten to pull from my grasp.