I wish it could be. But I fear I would be misrepresenting this place.

[and he would have been grateful, himself, of some sort of preparation. Like much in his life, Linneus had ended up having to find his own way. Canting his head slightly with the question, echoing the words]

This situation...? [not initially taking his meaning. Then, realising-] They did catch you with something...

[it feels indelicate to ask what, but for it to be more than just perfume... that would be perfectly in keeping with Duplicity as a whole. And now his talk of compulsion magic makes a little more sense.]