She was free to take her guesses from then on; he refused to confirm anything now, even if part of it was from his own tenacity this time. Mad as he was at Landel, he was just as much so with himself for being unable to do anything about it. He'd let it happen. Even on that table he'd done nothing towards freeing himself. He had know how futile trying would have been.

He'd given in.

His hand reached out slowly then, as if to take his tray back, but instead of grabbing the edge and pulling, he pushed. Hard. The tray went sailing off the edge of the table, crashing to the tile as he swore loudly.