Arms folded, Thomas tapped his elbow with his index finger as War asked him what the matter was, and offered to elaborate. How nice, as if he didn't most likely recognize the logical fallacies in the answer he had given in the first place. It certainly made him wonder what this guy was trying to accomplish, since a bad guy would only voluntarily offer information if it played into their plans somehow.

"Hm, let's see. You said to trust you because you're an honorable person, but to not trust you because the truth might not be the truth. You see where I might have a problem with that answer? Contradicting yourself and casting doubt on whether you're actually an 'honorable person' doesn't help your case."

Honestly, at this point he was about ready to ignore everything this guy said. There was no proof he was honorable, and he was still a bad guy, working with people who'd fought them. Regardless of the help they'd given in the past, the reality was that now they were enemies, just enemies with a common foe. The enemy of my enemy is still my enemy, we just don't shoot each other right away. That was something he wouldn't be forgetting so easily. 

So he was glad for the distraction as Belle came over, him glancing over to her as she rested a hand on his shoulder. "Alright," he agreed with a nod, even if he had doubts as to whether he was truly the leader or not. That was a question he hadn't gotten a chance to ask Calhoun in private, and now it looked like he wouldn't. Nor learn the spells for which he'd gotten those books from Serin, which was something of a shame. He'd have to look for the opportunity later. 

"Yeah, that's a good idea," he confirmed once more, just about ready to do that and ignore their guests. Unless War said something interesitng in the next ten seconds, he was done with this conversation.