Her small smile was an unwittingly unkind expression, thin as a knife's edge, a touch regretful. Her body had forgotten all memory of softness long ago. "True enough, pup, true enough. And I'm not here to masturbate myself on you; I need to know where you can stand, and that'll stay between us."

She reached out, curved bone-hard fingers just above his wrist, stopping his fingers over the rents in his desk. Her grip was slack, but steady, and she frowned up at him. "No bullshit, or fuckery, or stories. Why did you aid us?"