"Oh I think you do, Heartless," she crooned, leaning forward, forcing Handy to withdraw his dagger bit by bit so as to not cut her inadvertently. "I've watched you for a long time, remember? Seen things through your eyes, heard what you heard, and enjoyed every moment of it. And oh, how you made Celestia's brat squirm, using your fascinating story of your homeland to lull her into a false sense of security. Simply delicious. Every lie, every half-truth, the way you looked at the corpse of prince, oh what’s his name? Ah right, Geoffrey. The bird you murdered." Handy flinched. "You weren't wearing the pendant that night, but it was easy to put two and two together. I still heard everything while the pendant sat in your room. It really didn't take me long."