"Awful specific to ask about, considering the situation. Now you have to understand, I've spent eighty five years, and eighty five years is a long time for a human, former and current, living with murderers, rapists, thieves and liars of all colors, shapes and sizes.

I know when I'm being lied to." He left that there, as it was, moving easily to the question posed at him.

"As long as you hold your end of the deal, I wouldn't hide a thing from you." Saccharine, that tone, the underlying hint of violence ever there, as he tossed the chunk of dough he'd torn free into his mouth.

"You get what you give."