*regards you consideringly for a few heartbeats before nodding once, slowly (I see)*
*fetches your wallet, keys, and phone from the end table and offers them to you, holding your gaze steadily all the while* *noncombatively* You don't have to tell me what's wrong, if you don't want to. But I've known too many politicians and diplomats to buy the wordplay. *with a not-quite smile* 'It's private, Erestor' would work perfectly well. So would 'shut up, lieutenant', for that matter.