It's a fair warning, you know, for old time's sake.

[He does not say, "if I've been time-sharing in Cam's body, I'm absolutely a better necromancer than you," but he thinks it. For old time's sake. He can behave, if long enough to get these evidently juicy answers to his many, many unanswered questions that Ianthe allegedly has.

That he trusts her (he does not) to have all of them is irrelevant; based on personal projects and her sudden drop that he found his way out of the bone fragments after all, he'll at least hear her out.]

You can come by my office; it's the one in the Crenshaw Sanctuary with the worms-on-strings in the doorway. [Not a bit.] But you can't smoke in here.