Your secret is safe with me..

My head hurts! It is only to these yellowed pages I can tell my truths too. Not that I know any of my own truths, or his, or hers. I just think I do. I know the secrets, I see too much, I hear too much. The baker.. the poison woman in red. Amanita. I think she lies. I mean, she must lie. I saw her with my Damos at the whorehouse. Her threats were sweet and subtle. The promise of a cake. Her cake is.. very bad for me! I promised not to tell the Mistress that I knew.. anything.

Playing dumb isn't exactly hard to do.