[He missed the subtle gesture of scratching hidden in the act of her undoing her hair, but he was certain that the effects that he had seen at dinner would compound. He moved to stand at the window and stared into the fog that was churning outside. The natives here appeared to have built solid structures as there was no fog creeping inside, but he still had a feeling of unease looking into it.]

You mistake the Council. They care little about their population unless it brings them status or profits. They are far more like the Chem-Barons than we would like to admit, but that means that they can be brought to heel.

[A part of him wondered what that great Council of Piltover would do choking on the air from the mines. He had no doubt they would squirm and become righteous about such a rebellious act.]

No need for such dramatics, Jinx. On their own, we simply bring them to heel.