More seriously, Gideon's expression darkened, his gaze distancing somewhere far, far forward. He was still right there with Chilton on the yacht -- himself, his thoughts, his consciousness -- but he certainly looked as if he were traveling someplace far off to field his thoughts.

He tilted his chin upward, his head slightly to one side. He of course did know exactly who the him in this context was, and made no comment on the change of subject. It was, he felt, a relevant one. Significant for discussion.

"I think," he began slowly. "That we've protected Will Graham as far as he can be protected. And should he cast such help aside, then anything further will be on his head and his alone."

That was a yes.

"So that no further consequence may come down on ours."