That severe look will not save you from me, his eyes narrow a shade, challenge knotted up subtle at the back of his jaw -- there is a coiling quality to his reproach, not quite an invitation to try him. But he is listening, and as much as cutting the shit has evaporated the affable scholar piece of his persona, there is a genuine spark of interest in his scrutiny.

They’ve stopped. Cooler air creeps up the stair from below. Rather than glance, he keeps his eyes on her, still measuring through the one-man-band of her enthusiasm.

“On the subject of honesty,” he says, even and direct after a pause, “I am very curious to know how this came to your attention.”

WHO. TOLD.