"They do have their honor, however twisted it might be," she said dryly. "They're not supposed to kill without a direct contract, but I wouldn't trust Teatime to hold to that. It's possible to swear a preemptive contract on yourself, but I'm not sure I'd trust him to hold to that, either." After all, she couldn't quite remember just how well that idea had actually worked. "I think you may be right--let him believe I recall almost nothing, and then..."

And then what? She didn't know how he would react, given all the...other stuff...involved, but she imagined it wouldn't be pleasant, whatever happened. Bugger.