"Ooh," says Sinjir, abandoning subtlety as he shifts his body around, checks at the small of his back, in his boot. "Quite a zealous frisk. Did you do it yourself? Make sure you got a good chance to check out all the assets?" with his eyebrows risen.

He settles back, crossing a leg, to all appearances quite comfortable.

"Now, let's rewind a bit," he says, falling into a rhythm. "I'm sure you'd like me to think that healing my injuries sets the scales even. But, given that I acquired those injuries sticking my neck out for you -- which I absolutely did not have to do -- I think you and I both know that's not quite fair, is it?" A smirk. "You just wanted to make it seem like I was coming to you for a favor. You wanted the power in this room. Don't be greedy; you've already got most of my weapons and tools, and lots of armed guards. You can cede a little social power, mm?"