Errox seemed more relaxed than he had been at our previous meetings. Before he had been competent with a somewhat forbidding manner, a facade of confidence and arrogance that discouraged or deflected questions. Now he seemed much more open and friendly, as if things were going his way. The difference in his mood was his happiness. Why shouldn't Errox be happy? He had a green wristlock, probably had Dreena as a lover, and also had a working relationship with Boget. Although Errox's manner suggested that he might now answer the kinds of questions that he would have rebuffed before, I didn't ask any because I wasn't sure I could trust his answers. If Clandine's conspiracy theory had a factual basis, Boget might have brought Errox into his schemes for some illegal purpose. I believed Errox was an unlikely choice of an associate for Boget unless Boget was attempting to rehabilitate him. Maybe Boget was helping Errox just as he was helping me. I couldn't be certain of that, but I would probably learn more about their relationship when we reached Boget's dwell.
