He should have expected this. Gideon always wants reasons for everything, to pick at every nit in a conversation until it's been fully dissected. What the hell kind of spy was he?

(The kind they keep in special rooms where the lights don't work. He knows that.)

Amos huffs out a sigh, a learned behavior meant to mimic nonexistent frustration. "I don't offer to do shit I don't wanna do," he says, "and, yeah, maybe you calming the hell down would be a plus, but..."

Here, he rearranges his grin into something toothier, with a bit more bite to it. He's seen what effect this one tends to have. People tend to like it, or they leave; either's fine.

"I got this theory your legs'll shake when you come. Wanna see how that works out."