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[He takes a deep breath and, for the first time in a very long time, fights down that fidgety feeling of being about to screw something up badly. If both his hands weren't in full view, he might even be crossing his fingers right now. He doesn't think she's lying... but he really doesn't want her to think poorly of him. Or at least, not too poorly to keep him around, even though he's bad and she knows she shouldn't. He could live with that.

Instead, he leans his head down towards hers, in a way that still manages to look less confident than he wants it to. Telling, given what an accomplished actor he is.]

So. What is it you want to know? [It's only polite to let the lady ask first.]