He didn't care, and the bland look he gave was more than enough to convey this (though his expression, one of his usual neutrality, had barely changed since he arrived). The next question she blurted out was more honest, a reflection of her reaction to the information he was providing, however bare bones it was. She was rather curious, he noted, though it meshed well with the rest of her personality. Her desire to be informed verged on desperation, if she was willing to travel all the way to the Tenement District with an entire pie for a few of his answers. Perhaps the edge came from the subject of Aspel.
Perfect, he thought.
There was still tea to be had, so he supposed he would entertain her curiosity until his thirst was quenched. He had another bite of the pie as he thought about the query, but the answer came quickly. "Because she's valuable to me," he murmured, and brought the rim of the teacup to his mouth.