For a moment Inigo is quiet. His lips are tightly pressed together, like there is something he wants to say-- yet he isn't saying it. There's definitely a reason why he's so reluctant to really hurt a child. More than one, actually.

But naming them means having to talk about some stuff he truly does not want to talk about. Not even with someone he likes and trusts. So Inigo shoves it down, his lips finally parting so he can suck in a breath of air.

And then the avoidance starts.

"Have you been going around actually fighting the children, Fang Duobing?"

There. Now it's no longer Inigo in the hot seat. Now he can just continue down this track, steering the wagon further away from things he doesn't want to talk about.