"I've not known her so long as you," Roland said, very coolly, and let go of her. One dark eyebrow arched, and he folded his arms, looking down at her. "But I've a sense you know the answer to that question. So tell me."

Not that he wasn't considering it. He was, and would continue to, letting the question tick over in his mind for a good long time while his thoughts ground away at it, slow but exceeding fine. But for now, he was interested to know what she thought on the subject - not that you would have guessed it, from the stony immobility of his face.