"Well," Galadan says, inclining his head a fraction in acknowledgment, "There is that."

He returns her look in kind, serious, but not cool.

"But you know yourself full well as any, and in addition you also know who and what you have chosen to be. I would be a fool, I suppose, to doubt your intentions now, or your capabilities."

He huffs out a quick breath.

"Handicap or no. So. Are there any other methods you might consider, that require neither lies, nor evasions, nor half-truths?"