[nice, with the skirting everything that was in fact— inappropriate about kavinsky's accusations. his eyes flicker, but he's amused mostly. he has a lot of pride. easier to talk him into believing himself to believing he's had small wins than let him acknowledge the full extent of a sordid loss.]

Some of it's useful. Some of it's interesting. Some of it's trying to snap the mouse's spine, and I dunno if I'm the mouse, or the cheese, or the house, you're trying to clean the fuck up. Or the fire that burns it down in ten years anyway. [he lifts his chin slightly, his eyes drifting across chilton's face. baby shark groping around with his razor mouth, his most inoffensive effort to try to check out what this is he's dealing with.] Sometimes I think about how you and Heisenberg palled around, and I wonder which one he was too. And you.

[he smiles. shows teeth.]