[There are surely other reasons to object to what's being said, but Myr cannot find them beneath avalanche of reasonable explanations poured out in his ear. Yes, there are risks to this--terrible risks--but they were known, calculated, accepted by all involved. His speaking up or insisting on being in on the plan clearly would jeopardize everything they were taking those risks for...

The Faun's hands fall still on the jar; he dips his chin nearly to his chest, the little charms on his antlers jingling. There's a heady closeness in how Jin Guangyao leans in close to him; this is a kind of seduction, in the end, and Fauns are oh, so very weak to those who can prey upon their desires.]

Yes, [he finally murmurs,] all right--I'll trust you in this, messere. I'll be silent about it...even if I keep my ears open. I won't do anything to interfere.