The Balladeer shakes his head in the negative, shrugging in an expansive gesture. It was a very vivid experience, being cornered. He feels like he'd remember if it had happened before. If he didn't, surely they would. And then it'd be all over their faces every time he argued with them.

"I'm - I know when they're lying," he insists, and immediately doubts his own certainty. He's been certain about a lot of things. They've all been proven wrong. "I think. Who knows what I know?"

He lets his head drop back against the arm of the couch, letting out a rather weak chuckle. "I'm such a - a hypocrite."