Your tasks didn't give you your warm smile. Or your boundless curiosity. Or your desire to always put the needs of others above your own. "I-I was tasked to entertain Guests …" Guests to Salem's villa, you mean. Which burned down five centuries ago. If that was all just an act, you would have dropped it when you finally admitted I wasn't him. "I remain most sorry for my Folly born of Desperation."