[Fandaniel's lips curl back as Douman's touch feathers the side of his neck. The expression is cruel, mocking.]

Then you would have the privilege of lying and gaining insights about yours truly at no risk to yourself.

Alas, we are at an impasse.

[He pokes Douman's chest with a curled knuckle.]

Or would be, had I aught to hide.

My answer is the truth. We are called many things, dependent on whom you ask.