[He snorts, and it's anyone's guess as to whether that's for the former statement or the latter, for both have an equal chance at earning his amused disbelief.]

You may have luck. [No, correction:] I have no doubt you will have luck in sussing out his intentions; whether or not they are favorable to us, on the other hand . . . I will not say there are no nobles with morals and decency, and I have not yet heard anything overtly damning when it comes to the Marquis. But I have little faith in their ability as a whole to do anything that isn't line their own pockets and stick their heads in the sand.

[But tell us how you really feel, Fenris.]

What are you doing back there . . .?

[He squirms just a little, neck craning as if he might somehow get a better angle in the mirror.]