lie detector

Her face went white, and she pressed her lips together until they were white, too. "All right, then," she said. "What do you want from me?"
"Answers," I told her, jabbing a finger at her. "And don't try lying to me. It won't do you any good." Which was only a marginal lie, in itself. Being a wizard doesn't make you a walking lie detector, and I wasn't going to try a soulgaze on her to find out if she was sincere - it wasn't worth it. But another great thing about being a wizard is that people attribute just about anything you do to your vast and unknowable powers. Granted, it only works with those who know enough to believe in wizards, but not enough to understand our limits - the rest of the world, the regular people who think magic is just a joke, just look at you like someone is going to stuff you into a little white coat any second now.
She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, not a sexy one. "All right," she said. "What do you want to know?"


Grave Peril Chapter 4, Page 28-29