A reflexive hood hardens into his brow for the break of Ellis’ rebuttal over his nose. He is distinctly unappreciative, resistance tightened in behind his ears, his hands untangled for him to scuff his whiskers and fold his arms.

He sits back.

It’s an honest answer to his question. He’s forced to consider it as such -- fairly, and without the taint of disapproval that’s gone sharp through the lines around his eyes.

“If we had cause to believe cutting your throat could forestall a sweeping victory for Corypheus, I would consider it.”