"Of course," you acknowledge, surprised at how level your voice emerges despite the nerves jangling beneath your skin. "I wouldn't dream of insulting your hospitality with half-truths or misdirections. Not after…" Your words falter as a pang of old regrets squeezes your chest. "Well. Not after everything. But I digress; I believe last night you mentioned consequences…" You make busy setting a number of fruits and pastries on your plate, silently.