"Sometimes, people are more willing to accept conclusions when they arrive at them themselves, instead of being told," Abigail muses, curling her hands around her teacup and enjoying the warmth of it.

"Or if you mean: how did I know you'd despise soul-siphoning?" She shrugs, delicately, and sips at her tea. "Call it an educated guess."

Her warm brown glance flicks to the layout before them, then back at him. "You have shown several kindnesses and a good deal of humility in the short time we've been acquainted, despite being in a position of power in a sect not unlike my own. No one with those characteristics is likely to condone the wholesale dehumanization of soul-siphoning."