That's a surprise, [ Bellamy deadpan, thumbing at a notch in the spear-point. His answering smile is hidden in the veil, so Bellamy punctuates the statement with a little nudge of his hand against her knee. ]

I'm not very good at negotiations either, [ He admits, thoughts straying back to Polis. ] It's lucky I'm a guard, or I'd really be in trouble.

[ Or be making trouble. Either or. ]

Who gave you the advice?