He dropped his facade immediately after hearing he had been found out. "Well if it counts for anything, I was never meant to be a spy. I really am only a prostitute," he said, shrugging. "I am not trained in any arts of acting or manipulation that your race seems to be so apt at." His was however a wonderful speaker, knowing language just as fluidly as any high born and educated noble. All from listening and learning through use and correction.  "She never told me suspected you off, that she thought you were up to something. Nothing specific, hell she wasn't sure herself."<br/><br/>He might as well be honest. Driscoll crossed his arms over his chest. "I will thank you though for waiting until we came to a private room before calling me out on my bad acting..." He'd have to work on his acting and persuasion. "Though I must say, the way your children were acting makes me think either you or they are up to something they would rather keep amongst themselves...."