"Gah-lumf-fing," Chaarix repeats, sounding out each syllable with a slightly incredulous tone. It is a little awkward to get her mouth around, but she manages it. She frowns. Spiriah sure did know a lot about these humans. "Interesting..."

She rouses herself from her internal meditations and leans in conspiratorially. "Seems only fair," she says in agreement, "I will keep your secret, whatever they might be."

A smarter person might have seen the dangers of open-ended promises like that, promises which are too easily abused. Of course, Chaarix, for all her pride, is not as smart as she thinks she is.