"... No, I can't tell you that."

That was so unfair. He looked at the bowl with such wanting. He couldn't give away locations of his meetings. That was insane. "They'd just go in and try to kill them and then I'll be a traitor. And where does that leave me, huh? Dead! No. This isn't fair. It's cheating. You can't ask questions like that." As if he could somehow dictate that. "You owe me some bites, I told you stuff before. Give me."