If they already know, then demanding a confession is fairly pointless, don't you think?

[Honestly, it's almost a — not comfort, exactly, but it's a familiarity, the generally impassive way that the stranger in his midst takes to the painting's challenge. It's the sort of brevity he'd expect from one of his Turks: no howling, no whining, no flying off the handle. Just rational assessment and business.

Good. Maybe they'll actually be able to get something done, here.]

Besides, I'll only be punished if my supposed crimes are worse than yours. And if you thought you were more blameless than I am, you'd have already set the wheels in motion with a confession of your own.