Swamped

"Look, what exactly is this about? If our host has done something wrong, I certainly want to know about it."

He looks at you disapprovingly.

"It's not your business, human."

"It could very well affect whether my group is able to stay in this camp or whether we have to fend for ourselves in the desert, so yes, I think it is my business."

"I know your type. I'll explain the charges and you'll dismiss it as some old-fashioned religious nonsense, refusing to understand the severity of it."

"Well, it must not be a very strong case, then."

"What!"

"If you had a strong case, you wouldn't be so reluctant to say what it actually is. That's what it looks like to me, anyhow. Feel free to prove me wrong."

Jeremy seems completely thrown by this. It takes him a few minutes to gather his thoughts and respond.

"Prove me wrong, human. Show me you have enough knowledge of our ways that I won't have to waste time explaining every little detail to you."

He smirks cruelly.

"What does it mean to be recognized by Reth?"

"It means to do a great deed in her eyes," you respond.

You didn't realize grebling eyes could open that wide.

"How did you know that? How could you know that?"

Well, you've got an opening here. Should you just ask for the explanation, or should you try to do something more with this moment of shock?