[ He watches Riku's reaction, and part of him just wants to laugh -- to laugh and proclaim the truth for all that it really is. But no- ah, ah, ah. Musn't being telling tales. Or at least, not yet.

It's too soon for this, and things are not yet set.

He frowns, apparently annoyed by being handled so. ]

How should I know, tiny brooder. I'm just the lapdog, remember?

Besides- [ he peers at the other sharply ] how do you know it's not you that sniffer of yours is smelling?