Oh, it's obvious, alright. Oleander doesn't know why he's still bothering to stand here and talk about this, besides that he is quite comparatively short, and standing where he is lets this big man block a lot of the terrible view of the sky.

So that's nice. He twists a ring on his finger in light agitation, frowning.

"If someone in need lies to you, let them lie." For example himself, but also, "Truth comes when dearest needed, ergo, it's polite to let a man save face." Or let them hang, but he won't say that.