"It requires a bit of delicacy," Byerly agrees. "A convincing degree of oiliness. An ability to commit to the mutual lie. Not something that likely comes naturally to you, Lady Seeker."

He sinks back in his chair, and his posture turns casual, and his lips turn up in a wry little smile. But there's a sharp focus in his eyes. Curiosity.

"I'm surprised to hear him offer you a bribe, though. He seemed...a little too dull for that."