He doesn't have a moment, but he also doesn't have an aide, so, sure he's taking questions himself. 

"What is it?"

"I wanted to begin by thanking you. The two great hopes of my career were the restoration of Cheliax to non-infernal rule and then holding back the Worldwound, and I understand you had a great deal to do with both." He'll walk with Elie; he really does just need a moment.

He is very very very busy. 

"You're welcome. Is that all?"

"No, I fear I must follow it with criticism." To an untrained eye, Felip is confident, talking as he would to an equal or near superior; to Arcane Sight, the Heroism, True Skill, and Moment of Greatness make his easy manner a bit less impressive. An expert at reading people would notice that underneath his easy manner is a soldier's courage on the battlefield, knowing any moment could be his last, and acting anyway.

"Westcrown cannot bear the weight of this convention much longer. I understand it is unknown whether or not the city's mayor will return, after the riots. And I fear the realm fares little better, with all the great and good here in the city, instead of tending to their responsibilities elsewhere. At the beginning of the convention, I perhaps took your words about the freedom, dignity, and happiness of our children too literally, and had been busy focused on securing marriage alliances, not matters of law, and now that I look to the law, I find there is little that seems proper for us to do."

He pauses. "I think there is great uncertainty in the hall, not just of what our task is, but also how much it is truly in our hands, instead of having to appeal to your tastes."