"And as for Vidanric, well, you're safe there. I've never met anyone as closemouthed, when he wants to be. He won't ask your reasons. What?" "I said, 'Hah.'" "What is it, do you mislike him?" Again she was studying me, her fingers playing with the pretty fan hanging at her waist. "Yes. No. Not mislike, but more...mistrust. Not what he'll do, but what he might say," I babbled. "Oh, never mind. It's all foolishness. Suffice it to say I feel better when we're at opposite ends of the country, but I'll settle for opposite ends of the castle." Her eyes widened. If she hadn't been a lady, I would have said she was on the verge of whistling."