Manipulator, spy, cunning little bastard, but ah, no, Not a woman. Never a woman. Couldn't possibly read a woman. Just send me to the base to work my charms on the haut. I'm sure that'll work out.

[ Sounding so incredibly unimpressed. A bit of a sigh, drumming his fingers against his arm, he'd rather have his knife right now but he's still trying to be at least somewhat diplomatic. ]

I think she'd rather you didn't die, Byerly.