"You assume too much," game the dry reply. "This puppet you see before you can no more act than the shells who walk about you, and you can no more extract answers from him than you could a rock."

The King looked distinctly uncomfortable, but made no move to get out of the way of Selene's glare, instead looking up at the rafters. "You aren't being much help, you know," he pointed out. "Aren't you supposed to be on my side?"

The sound of a snort was his only reply.