He keeps his thoughts close to him, making the difficult for her to suss out and sense. Normally, men are rather transparent. There was a common way to handle and manipulate them, should she need it. Unsurprisingly, this place seemed populated with more complex people than might be found in Whitechapel. She was curious though about his shadowed expression. Did he know this sort of offering sight or heard of these gods? He was...much more steady on his feet with this subject than she was.

"I think people can hear things they wish to or not wish to. If you say you heard nothing, what can I reasonably do but trust you? I can't call you a liar just at our first meeting."