[He makes a little shocked face, a moue of sullied innocence as she touches him.]

Miss Kyle, you know you're my first inmate-- you gotta be gentle.

[But then he smirks in acknowledgement, one eyebrow bobbing up to serve him for a wink while his eyes are covered. He goes to pour out tea into two metal mugs, simple and not elegant, but made of good alloys that don't leave an aftertaste. He passes Selina one casually, without challenge in his body language.]

I need to ask you-- what's your endgame right now? For being on the barge. Do you want out ASAP, or are you happy killing time here?