He shrugged, "Nothing, I guess. I just – I realized that I kept quiet for a reason. Deep down I knew I could trust you somehow, that you wouldn't have been – couldn't have been – the reason they brought me there." He filled their glasses liberally, nearly spilling the spiced liquor over the rim. "My father trusted you. Liked you. I figured that if you were good enough for him, then I didn't have a reason to doubt you."