[Morax has more patience than he ever did, but there's a limit. Such a blatant lie... he exhales a faint, displeased noise, but doesn't comment immediately.

He can narrow down those two additions, though. It shears off a surprising amount of the arts, though he'd still be guessing blindly which Dohalim is pretending he doesn't care for.]

... they are worthy and intriguing pursuits. Perhaps you will indulge me in your personal cooking, someday. It would be a fair apology for lying about your pursuits rather than telling me you don't want to tell me.

[... definitely only do much patience. But at least he's able to keep his voice mild; his intent is only to infirm Dohalim that he's not gotten away with that lie.

And it's notable, too - he could probably ask Melqal about it and at least get the answer, but that wouldn't be satisfying. Especially now, when it's obvious there's something specific that keeps him from being honest. Morax can't help but find his mind wandering onto why he'd hide something like that, though.

There are things he himself would rather not talk about, but things that brought him warmth and comfort?]