"Of course," Basil said, glancing worriedly at Jace. He was tense, eyes squinted in the early morning sunlight; it was obvious that he was not as well as he claimed to be. Pausing, he outstretched his hand. "Let me have at least one of the bags, okay? Lying to me isn't going to do either of us any good, you know. I know you too well for that."