"...Spartan, I can't lie," Rook said, his expression slightly awkward behind the sunglasses. He hated admitting to faults in himself, particularly such obvious, glaring Achilles heels. "I'm not saying that because of some moral objection, I'm literally not capable of it, my tongue's enchanted. If they ask me any questions, my tongue will try and answer automatically. About the best I can give you is a blank look."
He glanced at Anya.
"Just how good at lying to people are you?"