It's not if you know when to stop once they start poisoning you. Some of the questions lead to good places and ideas but others are iron shackles that weigh us down with every step and hobble us. If you want to do something that isn't hitting you with a stick [her nose wrinkles and she has to swallow her mouthful with a swig of rum because of course it involves hitting with sticks, it's the Qun] then we can try duelling or you could come run the rooftops, stop thinking about anything more than immediate concerns.

Smart enough to use it if it would benefit him or his masters. [That thing she was just saying about what-ifs? This is more pointed, a reminder for a day that might never come.] You care about him and he knows that and that means they know too, same for the rest of us. If you see that name, I would like you to tell me. I'm not saying you have to but given everything? It would be safest. What a person cares about can be carved up, neatly portioned, served up to them on a plate to kill them. We learned that in the palace.

[Near two years spent lying to all her friends because it's a lesson learned well.]