"Mm." He looks down at his wine glass, swirling it a little for lack of anything better to do, certainly not because he's trying to avoid the question. "That he believes in something." It is, once again, not entirely a lie. But telling Claudius the truth feels almost -- unjust, when he hasn't even broached the subject with the man in question. He has never been one to lay all his secrets bare¹ within hours of meeting someone.

¹ Or other things, that are more generally bare. You know what we're getting at here.