He - pulls calm over himself, like tugging on a vacuum helmet. He stills, holds himself in, at his hands, at his shoulders. He looks off to the side.

"You should want me upset," he murmurs, not quite casual. Patient, as though he were an instructor, correcting Holden's stance. "Work the momentum. I'm much more likely to lie if I have time to think things through." Not necessarily better or worse at it; just more likely. To lie, or deflect, or twist away.

He doesn't consider Holden an enemy. But this is - fox and hound, he's so exposed. And Jedao doesn't trust him, either, even if he wanted to.