[Oh, he would absolutely use that information against her if he ever got it within his clutches. As he does with all information that enters that steel-trap of a mind of his. It's wise to keep information from him, especially something personal in nature.

However, that certainly was a long wait for a maybe, which in itself tells him something. Her overall reaction does not escape his notice, because while he might chatter on like he's the only thing in all of existence worth paying any mind to, he is ever perceptive of others. Ever watching. Observing.]

Is aught amiss? Surely you are not so bothered by such a task—or do you share the ill-favor our mutual dragoon acquaintance holds towards such creatures?