It's a bit of a dance, isn't it? One in which Ansem is admittedly out of practice, but one never forgets the steps. Perhaps he can be forgiven a faltering, though, with his hand tightening just a bit on the back of the chair.

For a long moment, he studies Elidibus's face. Trying to understand how much he knows, for those words were knowingly chosen. Finally, he makes a short 'hm'.

"For Xehanort's sake, I would prefer this to be held in private."

The fewer who have reasons to mistrust him, the less likely a chance that another terrible mistake may be made. Let him be the only one to have erred so, and he will be sated.