That changed the game. For a moment, Lucressia's reaction was genuine: she blinked, long black lashes fluttering, surprised. So they played the same games inside the mage's prison as outside, did they? Well, she could make her own move—she had the benefit of having no interest in whatever favors the Chantry and the Circle might exchange between each other. Although she now wondered what sorts of favors those might be; a few possibilities popped to mind.
She kept the surprised look a moment longer. "No, no, please. There is nothing to be bought. I have no intention of blackmailing you, sister. I was…" She paused, letting a moment of conflict show on her face, internally wondering how to play this. The mage seemed savvy, competent in the back and forth of information. Would she respond better to innocent conviction or to guile and strength? In either case, if the woman wanted silence, Lucressia was at least fairly certain she would not go running to Templars or the Revered Mother to report what one initiate had said to her, if the play went badly.
"It was not you that I was watching. Ser Valerio, what did he say to you?"