"Wowie! Me too!" They blurt cheerfully, relieved that this inability to lie hasn't taken away their ability to tell the truth with an inappropriate veneer of glee.

"I haven't looked, but I can guess. The memory in your room's something I already know about, huh? Probably something that was my fault." Everything bad that had happened to him, after all, had been because he went out of his way to help a fallen human. "Probably nothing you want to relive." They decide to pick up the pot they had been Totally Ruthlessly Beating, carry it over to the sink. Got floor germs on it, after all. Needs to be washed. If you're not careful in the kitchen, you can make somebody sick!

"So maybe you can tell me about what you're doing in here, instead."