"...Will you trust me with more, if not now then someday?"

"I suppose that very much depends on you, Mr. Guardsman." Tuo tilts his head thoughtfully to one side as though contemplating the answer, even though his wry little smile makes it clear enough he's made up his mind. Now is not the time, not with those welts and ridges of raised flesh still healing on Lorne's back. But someday, yes. (If he's still alive.)

A beat, and then he leans in towards Dain again though his eyes remain on Lorne. "I like this one," he confides in a stage whisper that conceals absolutely nothing. "He likes my stories." See, Dain? Tuo is only mostly incomprehensible.