[ A long exhale sighs through his nose, amused by the tone she takes. Even without knowing her for long, he thinks he understands the sentiment well enough to glean meaning from its softness. Which means this whole situation might be a little worse than he thought, actually. ]

I... [ He pauses, the words slow and ashy in his throat. ] Yeah, I don't like it one bit. It's sketchy, what's happening. No matter how much I tried to grasp at what was really going on, it's like it all just kept slipping through my fingers.

[ And there's so few things that can really escape him, when he puts his focus on it. ]

Is playing the game to find out really the right choice?