"Right." There's no missing the skepticism there. He turns the watch on his wrist, sliding it free from his hand across the broad angle of his knuckles and then pockets it, absently rubbing the place where it had sat all day between his thumb and forefinger. "And trying to convince me how long it's been does that how? If this is the part where you're supposed to be turning me loose for a job badly done, this is a piss poor performance review."

Because sometimes showing her teeth has worked in the past. He doesn't put up with bullshit, that's his modus operandi. It's why Talbot hired him in the first place, he thinks. So might as well play the card now - it's the only one he knows for certain. The rest of the deck is, strangely enough, mostly ambiguous marks. Like expecting Old English and finding Latin and he hasn't quite switched mental gears yet.