Yes

You briefly consider not giving her the letter — Aaron did give it to you for safekeeping, after all. But then you consider, on the other hand, the existence of breasts.

And so, in short order, your hand thrusts forward and Faexina has the pivotal letter in hand. Jumping up and turning on a point, she saunters towards the door, letter in hand. "Your trial is over by the way — and word of advice; when negotiating, don't give your interrogator what they want." You sit there dazed for a bit; what just happened? After a moment the sinking realization hits you: you just fucked up. Ah well, nothing ventured nothing gained, right?

With trial over, you go about the rest of your day.