Citan raised his eyebrows at the news of what had happened. Truth serum? What in the world would these people want to interrogate Armand of all people for? The other news, that someone else was joining them, hardly even seemed to register.

"Are you alright?" he heard himself asking, though it was purely out of habit. And perhaps in poor taste, considering Armand had just asked him to be 'sparing' with the questions. Was that because he was still suffering some sort of stress disorder, or because... the serum was still in effect?

Interesting.

"Armand, if you would prefer to rest tonight, I daresay we'd all understand," he went on, his expression not betraying the curiosity that had sprung up within.