"Why can't you just be eager and gullible and tell me whatever I want without asking questions?" The words are groaned, exaggerated, like a displeased teenager. He doesn't mean any of it, but he still pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. So dramatic, this one.

"You're on my team, so none of this can get out. To anyone!" Garrot is serious, and his arms cross over his chest. His eyes, glaring right at Xaljim's, are less daggers and more... pleading. It's not like he'd hide if he was with the Protector, after all. He'd have told Xaljim immediately! Happily! "Please... If anyone finds out the Wizard's trying to get her claws into me, even though she doesn't have a chance, then I'm in danger and so's my family." As they finally stop dancing around it, Garrot sighs, but there's a shudder to it that's a strong departure from all his confidence and bravado.

The Monkey Knight is genuinely scared.