I don't know how beholden I can feel to someone I don't know.

[ For a moment, an unhappy combination--Liem's gaze on his face, his fingers following the Visionary's brand, the words "Howl" and "marked"--leads Matt to wonder, with a surge of paranoid nerves, if Howl told Liem about the demon.

He figures that's impossible, or at least unlikely. But the spike of anxiety stays after the suspicion is gone, leaving Matt wishing he had the flask back.

Not wishing hard enough to pull away from Liem, though. ]

Maybe to the Kenoma. I think it's the only thing listening to me anymore.

But that's a two-way street.