[ If Armand had taken any longer, he might have left. He's wasting time in this room when he could be out there listening and watching and learning as much as he could about all the other people who inhabit this city. He needs to reestablish a base, collect informants and people he can pseudo-trust, but he also needs someone like Armand to support him in the context of this place's rules. Larus isn't entirely sure he'll ask that just yet, but he does take advantage of the way he leans back, shifting so that Larus is closer to Armand than he's been since the start of this conversation. ]

It's not mine. [ He drops his voice lower. ] I don't need you to tell me what is allowed here either, but – [ Larus thinks that sounds wrong; yet, he keeps his gaze a bit softer, wanting to press the importance of his own will to choose. ] But I think we can come to an understanding. I'll help you if you help me.