“Don’t lie to me.” “Lie to you? To you? Oh, I couldn’t lie to you. You asked me whether it makes sense, and I said no. You must learn to ask the right questions before you can receive the right answers.” Celaena growled. “What sort of question might I ask to receive the right answer?” Mort clicked his tongue. “I’ll have none of that. Come back when you have some proper questions.” “You promise you’ll tell me then?” “I’m a door knocker; it’s not in my nature to make promises.”
