Damn, but the man really was smooth. Siana did not doubt he could commit any number of crimes he wanted and wouldn't have to spend a single gil on judges or peacekeepers to keep him out of prison. All he needed was that tongue of his. It was almost enough to mark him dangerous.
"Very well," she agreed, though she was not a fan of dodging any measure of the truth from the EKP on any matter. When she reported back the the guildhall at the end of the night, they of course inquired as to what happened to Prichard, and she had told them the careful truth: that they had run into a flan, some passersby had helped defeat it, and she had accompanied them home after they helped her see Prichard to a healer. They had not pressed further, for which she was relieved, for she did not know how to present the rest of the night in a manner that would absolve her of... well, she wasn't sure exactly what, but she knew that the EKP would not look fondly upon her adventure that night. Not that she thought any of them would have fared better against Altair's powers of persuasion, at any rate.
She took another sip of her tea, taking in something else that he had mentioned. "You mention that you, as well, have complicated relations with the nobility?" Small talk, but combined with what else he had mentioned already this afternoon, she had to admit that her curiosity was piqued, and she knew it was rude while she still had liquid left in her cup and a honey-cake still only half-eaten.