Maglor meets his eyes without flinching, holding that gaze until France gives his word and then he nods and drops his eyes (clear and bright still in his eyes, the light of Valinor shines, but beneath that, clearer still, is the depths of Maglor's madness - the flame of the Silmaril that tore into him and never left, the chains of his father's Oath, the bone deep ache of the call of the Sea)

"Good enough."

He does not ask for an Oath. Such things have never ended well for their family.