Tarn's expression betrays very little of his true thoughts. The only sign of irritation being the barest twitch of his eye. Pressing the topic will do him little good. If Tarn is to have any chance of Ratchet taking the bait he knows he needs to give space.

Withdrawing his hand, Tarn forces a smile.

"Very well. You have my word." Whatever that is worth. "Honestly, your faith in me is somewhat lacking."