Marco's face goes stony, the way it always does when he is trying very hard to conceal something (rather than the way it often is, when he just neglects to compensate for his face's strange refusal to accurately reflect what he's feeling).
As usual, he can't say Fiddleford's rationale doesn't make sense. As usual, that doesn't stop a part of him from panicking, from wanting to cut contact and stop this because he's the only one who can because he's the envoy. He has that part of him under control, for now. Suddenly, he's more afraid he may not be able to keep that up for long than he has been in a while.
"You're not going to tell me what Liewen told you, are you?"
His tone isn't accusatory. It's awfully flat, yes, but not because he thinks Fiddleford should tell him. That wouldn't be a very smart thing to do, in his own opinion.
I UNDERSTAND
As usual, he can't say Fiddleford's rationale doesn't make sense. As usual, that doesn't stop a part of him from panicking, from wanting to cut contact and stop this because he's the only one who can because he's the envoy. He has that part of him under control, for now. Suddenly, he's more afraid he may not be able to keep that up for long than he has been in a while.
"You're not going to tell me what Liewen told you, are you?"
His tone isn't accusatory. It's awfully flat, yes, but not because he thinks Fiddleford should tell him. That wouldn't be a very smart thing to do, in his own opinion.