"I can't be confident of that until I know his Noble Phantasms--but my best chance of learning them is seeing them in the field." She rises, as well, hand on her hip over where her saber hangs; the other hand swings free as she paces. "So let's discuss the field tomorrow. He'll show up and give his answer; I'm confident that he'll at least give me his answer face to face, whatever it is. He's scrupulous. He won't lay a trap for me. Other Masters and Servants might not be so honorable, so you'll have to have familiars scouting the site well ahead of time. If he tells me no, that's easy. I'll just wipe the shore with him. If he tells me yes, now, that's a problem. No one can see that it's a yes, and I don't think he's the type to take well to subterfuge. I might draw him into a fight and let him wound me, then fade out as quick as I can ... no, that won't fool anyone. A man like that would wear his feelings on his face."

She pauses, turns to Kirsikka. "I need you to direct me. You're a Master. You know what would fool another Master. How do I rig this?"