One side of his mouth curled up into a smirk. He was no fool. After working for the regime in some capacity as someone who could pull answers out of reluctant subjects, Rabastan knew how to keep his own mouth shut. He wouldn't come right out and give her everything she requested. No, he'd make her work for it. That wasn't a problem. Working for so many years in close quarters with the man taught her his tells. She knew just by looking at him what he was thinking at times.