[Slevin's dark eyes, impassive, are there when Cassel looks up; they stay when he looks down again, but that hardly matters.

He doesn't believe Cassel. That much he makes no secret of, a small wordless sound of doubt catching in his throat, and he tightens his arms across his chest.]

Depends on why you're here.

If it's just cookies, whatever. You can stay. If you're taking advantage of me being trapped here for any other reason, you can fuck right off.