“What did he say?” Mateo whispered to Dazi.
“Nothing,” Dazi responded, perhaps too quickly.
Mateo frowned. “Every time you say that, I believe you a little less.”
Dazi winced. He was supposed to be earning Mateo’s trust, not giving him further reason to be wary of him. Eventually he would have to tell Mateo everything, but now was not that time. A quick lie to diffuse this situation, and we’ll talk later. “Kuhma…thinks the fake-skins are too weird to trust. Even if they don’t know about us, they’re still…unworthy of respect.” Dazi shuddered to think what Mateo would say if he knew those were Dazi’s thoughts, not Kuhma’s.