It's nothing he didn't already know, mostly, but Raju listens anyway, listens to the way that Fitzjames says it. After he has Raju's pacing slows as he looks around, waiting—

No. It was too much to hope for, wasn't it? But it'd hardly be decent to ask Fitzjames for more, not without offering something of his in return. He paces for a moment, thinking, but there isn't anything. Nothing like that. Or at least nothing he'd be willing to offer straightaway, without having to. "Turnabout's fair play, isn't it? It should be me next. Is there anything you'd want to know?"