Huh. So that implies that lies are illusions, and sort of thought constructs, just like the ones Enoch makes. Her brother, the master of lies. That...sort of follows, if she thinks about it enough, so she nods, uncharacteristically quiet, letting it turn in her brain. She decides she trusts him and that logic enough to trust this. "Yeah okay, Professor Knock..."

And she takes the shot, which is bad, because warm gin sucks no matter how many lavender bitters, to mull over her options. She has a variety of them, here. An overt lie is insulting to him, frankly, which is its own reward, but she's curious. A truth wouldn't tell her very much, unless he's expecting it to be a lie and it creates a question. Which is a good place for a free truth she'd never just say out loud anyway. So she says, smirking like she's lying, "Your paper from like, December 2021 was my favorite one so far. I'm really proud to be related to someone with ideas like that, actually."