[Here is the side that few enough get to see: normally Slevin is the charming confidence man, spinning clever words and smiling with charismatic ease. But now the paleness is as good as the quarry flushed from cover and though Cassel feints and ducks through the space between, Slevin is more than a pretty face. He is a predator, hot on the trail, unshaken for the time being.]

You're not.

No one really is, but everyone else is faking it better. You need to either tell me why not, or figure it out. Sooner or later someone else is going to notice if you don't, and they'll be more insistent about getting an answer.