[There's half a second where Carlisle is clearly deciding whether or not to believe him before immediate relief washes over him.]

Oh! Cisth, I thought- I thought you were one of them. I- there's another construct here, and he's definitely a construct, and he also has a sword and a smile and is far more menacing than you— not that you couldn't be menacing if you wanted to be, obviously, but he was most certainly... trying.

[He removes his hand from the wall, rubbing the back of his neck, finally averting his eyes now that he knows that no, this fellow is not a construct, and more importantly, he's not a naked construct.]

Sorry. Sorry about that.