Anya smirked, unfazed. "You can say whatever you want, but these eyes don't deceive me, Alister. Your body is very sturdy, and you possess a powerful aura; you could easily be a match for me in a fist fight."
She leaned in, her voice lowering slightly. "Look, I'm willing to do this your way. But I want you to admit it."
Alister watched her, the calm look on his face hiding his thoughts. "You're really that certain, aren't you?"
"More than you know," Anya replied, her eyes unwavering. "So, let's make this clear. You tell me the truth here and now, and in return, I'll follow through with our agreement. Deal?"
Alister tilted his head, considering her offer. "And if I don't?"
"Then I'll assume you're hiding more than just your identity, and I'll have no choice but to take... alternative steps to find the answers myself," she replied smoothly.
