[He watches her carefully, looking for any tricks, any hint of guile in her words, tone, or physical expression. Finding none, he takes a sip of his cider all the while wondering if she spiked it or poisoned it. The...candor of her words was surprising.]

I wouldn't know much about my grandfather if it wasn't for your great uncle, whether my grandfather is fiction to you or not. He was a private man, for all of his tricks and games. He never really got close to his family.

[He pauses, thoughtfully. Then:] I'll work to fulfill my end of the deal. [Just not yet. Soon.]