Juliana set her tea cup down. It would be better not to answer that, but she couldn't think of another way to dodge it without being even more obviously rude than she had already been. She ran her tongue lightly over the tip of one canine tooth and looked at her nails, considering.

"Because I don't trust you," she eventually admitted. "Which I don't mean as an insult. You seem a perfect gentleman," obviously: the tea. "But the situation we're in is... unique, and precarious. And — being a gentleman — you might get the both of us into trouble without meaning to."