Thomas sighed out a breath that tasted of old snow and regret.
"I cannot give secrets so freely. Perhaps if they were only my own..." And his gaze moved. It was a quick move, a flash of steely gray light over his irises as he darted a look at the people around him, but it was quite tangibly there. They were being watched, and he let her know it.
"Which do you prefer? To know, or not to know?"
A look of fatigue touched his eyes, and he spread his palm down his face. "If they tell you nothing, I know nothing, you've lost nothing. I may be forced to find another way."