<ul>Lilly takes the opportunity to study his reaction, her eyes like daggers as she watched his body language. Having been a reporter for many years before landing her current position, the woman had become rather skilled at picking up on pieces of behaviour that would give away a lie. Too much blinking for one, or attempting to avoid eye-contact.<br/><br/>Amsu did nothing of the sort. His disgust looked real enough, and it was then that Lilly began to believe he might be an innocent victim in all of this. If that was true, the mystery only grew bigger, for what would they want with him? <br/><br/>How could she possibly trade him for her writers? The thought made her stomach twist in a knot. <br/><br/>Lilly leaned in closer to him, fearing that even through the din of the bar and the music that somehow someone would hear her. They had known about their date, had watched her leave the restaurant. Perhaps this had been part of their plan too. <br/><br/>"Amsu," she sighed his name, averting her eyes from his face. With a hand, she reached into her purse and clicked off the tape recorder. She was making the decision to trust him, hoping that it wasn't the wrong one. "They've asked for you. They want you in return for the two writers. I just...I need to know why they want you. What does a cult want with a hemopathologist?"<br/><br/>She finally raised her grey eyes to his face then, searching there for the answers. "They knew about our date, knew that I left in a hurry... They knew everything. And now, they want to trade."<br/></ul>