Understandable, says Tiffany's first nod. But, still, unimpressed, says her second, slower nod. It's only through her training that she refrains from giving the little sigh that is in her chest. Of course if there was a suspected spy, being cautious about who was brought in to that knowledge makes sense--and inviting the Chantry-affiliated newcomer in to the inner circle makes no sense--but, even so.

"I hate dishonesty." Which is maybe putting it a bit too plainly, and causing her composure to suffer--but, even so. "And subterfuge, and spies, and the lot of it. I always have. Probably that accounts for a third of why I became a Seeker of Truth in the first place--I like things fair, and open, and honest. Oh, well. I'm glad to know it now. I don't know how much my knowing before would have done, really. It's far too late to even bother guessing." She tucks her hair behind her ear again, that same girlish gesture. Better to get it out now before she's on the road with Templars and Searah Arlyn, trying to pleasantly and subtly ferret more truths from him.

"Though for the record, if there is a Chantry spy, they didn't run it by my order first, which I suppose they wouldn't do. You may share that with anyone. It's the truth, as far as I'm aware."

Right. Enough of this. She draws herself up, and takes a breath.

"I'll go and tell Serah Arlyn the good news."