The sphinx's hackles rise. He opens his mouth, revealing pointed and pristine-white teeth, but he's not baring his teeth at them.

He looks...confused.

Oh, well done, Joly. Combeferre conceals a grin.

"Answer the riddle," the sphinx says finally, looking stern.

"We can't, unless we know what the riddle truly is," says Combeferre. He shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Did you craft this riddle? Or was it given you by another?"