"Cadance 'ad a way o' keepin' ta 'erself." He added with a shrug. The Slytherin Princess had been all about poise and grace. The perfect model of everything - from socialite to debutante to model student - yet in the end that had been a rather lonely life for her. Few people knew the real Cade so Xavier wasn't at all surprised that Sasha didn't know much about her.

Keeping his eyes on the gravel path ahead of them he made a mental note about Sasha's Step Father. The similarities between him and Arathorn were easy enough to make though the similarities between himself and Sasha were more surprising. He never expected to have so much in common with the other lad.

He was surprised when Sasha cautioned him and had looked over to try and read his expression. Unfortunately he had turned the wheel at the same time and quickly jerked back to correct himself, popping the clutch and causing the car to stall. He groaned at his own mistake. Leaning back he looked over with a slight concern on his face, "Jus' because I came 'ere ta learns cars doesn't mean ah can't learn more." He spoke gently, trying to figure out why Sasha had been hesitant about him giving someone else the reigns to his company, "Ye clearly know more'n ah do."

"Na Ja, and I wasn't much better," he admitted as he cast Xavier a half-grin.  "I didn't help myself in school socially, either, so I guess it makes sense that we didn't cross paths.  It was just always so complicated."  One could probably argue that he'd made it complicated for himself, but he felt like he'd done what he needed to to get through. 

Sasha's intentions had been for his near-nosing-in to go as close to unnoticed as possible.  Of course, Xavier's surprise and the sudden careening made that all but impossible.  Sasha shook his head and turned to look at Xavier after the other had pulled the vehicle to a stop.  "I'm sorry.  I'm still getting used to the idea that you'd want to know what I think.  It's a new dynamic." 

He shifted in the seat and turned towards Xavier and offered a shrug.  "My father once said you shouldn't ever delegate a task that you didn't fully understand, since you'd have no idea whether the other person was doing a good job or a bad job - or, even, actively trying to sabotage you.  Things may be going well now and you may trust everyone who works for you, but things can change, suddenly.  And, with no warning.  The wrong person gets promoted or someone gets jealous of a girl you like or they simply get a better offer from a competitor.  I mean - for all you know, someone thought they'd be getting a part of the business before you were discovered as an heir and is holding a grudge." 

Sasha shrugged his shoulders, again, and looked past Xavier at the mud-balls that were once horses standing along the fenceline.  "I don't know what the breakdown is of your business - whether it's evenly split or a majority of profits come from small pets, livestock or animal parts - but, especially in the case of livestock, it can take five years or more to see the effects of change to your bottom line.  Someone could do a lot of harm in that span of time."

Xavier waved him off as he mentioned being surprised that someone would want to know what he thought. He actually understood that feeling even if he didn't exactly experience it himself. They were both experiencing a whole new world here. Being an adult was no easy task and it seemed everyone they knew were more or less thrust into it with no real preparation. Xavier didn't have the luxury of being picky. He would take all the advice he could get regardless of where it came from.

As the vehicle was stopped he turned in his seat slightly to face the other man. He nodded along with everything he said and took his time to absorb it all. He had never thought about it like that. He wasn't sure he was the right person to run the business but it was definitely possible that someone else could do a lot worse. His uncles and cousins seemed like an easy choice but would any of them bear a grudge against him. Being a part of the family business was like second nature, were there any of them that thought they'd be getting control over him. The company was supposed to go to his father but Henry had never wanted it. Didn't it make sense that it went to him? After all, he was the only Wentworth left, even if most people knew him as a Tawse.

"I neva though' o' it that way." He added sincerely, "thank ye." He offered a small smile and restarted the car, continuing it down the gravel road, "an 'ere I though' I was done wit studyin'." He chuckled dryly, almost expecting the former Ravenclaw to say something along the lines of one always needing to study in life, "Maybe I should take one o' them business courses." While it was said in a playful tone, it probably wasn't the worst idea.