[He's lying. She knows he's lying, and not only because she knows the truth - it was in his voice, the way he seemed so uncertain, and even a little nervous, perhaps. She hops forward, landing perfectly on Ion's knee, looking at his face with a tilted head. From there, it almost seems as if the little person is a fairy, what with her colorful hummingbird wings and a cap like a butterfly's wings.]

You don't look it, if I may be bold enough to say, good sir. ...Did something happen? I may not be able to help much, but I'd be more than glad to listen, if you like.

[Ah, if only she were bigger, she could have offered to go to the tea shop.]