( his eyebrows are back to slowly creeping upward, though he gives himself credit, and a half smug little smile: he was right, someone from not-quite-home arrived. )

Thought so.

( he leans back, his tail sliding around so that the tip can thump companionably against idia's calf, or shin, or whatever it ends up patting against under the table, now that his one leg's come down off the seat. )

I don't blurt out everything about anyone I know offhand. Is there any reason they'd ask about any of this stuff?

( a small pause, then a more solemn, serious expression, versus the earlier partial smirk or the usual frown that seems to haunt him when he's not particularly trying. )

It's against Lan precepts to lie. You're not going to demand some kind of blood sealed oath, are you?