Discord pulled back in surprise. A handkerchief belonging to a dead pet? She considered that worth far more than her own wings?

He walked around to face her, studying her, his claws on his chin. "...You continue to surprise me." he finally said. "But I don't think you have the ability to lie. Or at least lie well." He clicked his tongue.

"... Very well, then we have an agreement. I will give you your freedom, and in exchange, you will hand over this... handkerchief."