[ Conspicuous as he might look, Lighter's return glance is shortlived, gleaning all he needs from the likewise simplicity of the other man's expression. His gaze turns to the sugary shine of his drink instead, made luminescent by the gaudy lights of the bar. His boss might not need him in the most basic sense of the word, but he can't help but think — what'll happen to her without him, the shadow that stalks the less savory threats always hot on her heels?

He sighs. ]

Four months is a long time. [ An observation that weighs slightly heavy in his throat, its implication sitting ill at ease with him. ] I'm guessing we're a lot more under lock and key than all the celebrating might suggest.

[ He shakes his wrist with the watch cuffed to it, the timer still festively present. ]

This one of the ways they guarantee your cooperation?