He's angry at Wilem and he's angry at Sim. He'd lost a little more at corners than he had intended to, and he decides to try and play for Auri. It is no use heading for the fishery like this: Kilvin would hopefully send him back before he broke something, even with his fingers. He doesn't see her on the roof, so he tries down below, in her secret passageways. One door, then another, and that one seems awful strange. Almost like the stones are...glowing? It should be interesting, if nothing else. He heads inside.
"Keeping it up for too long isn't" he pauses "recommended. It's generally easier to just train people to act well. Incidentally, in Temerant our favorite meal is live goats soaked in in the blood of daffodils: do you serve that at your restaurant?" His voice does not change in the slightest from the thoughtful and conversational tone as he delivers the last line.
Asher pauses for a moment or two and then laughs.
"You come from a different world, for all I know that's true. --Spies generally have a vulnerability to mindreading. Fortunately, part-fairy time is expensive."
He pauses. "Daffodils are small yellow plants, yes? My new language is still a little strange in my head, but I don't think that they have blood. I wouldn't recommend Alar for hiding large aspects, like 'I am a spy'. It can be used to ignore pain, though, and hiding a particular secret that someone wants to find out could be more effective."
"Blood might be slang for something daffodils produce! I don't know from daffodils."