I do things the way I want to do them. That's really all there is to it. Besides, you're the one who made the bomb - it wouldn't have been murder to get blown up by it. More like suicide, if anything. I think my contract would have been just fine.

[ He seriously has no trouble talking casually about the hypothetical situation in which he let her die, to her face. Why would he? He's not ashamed of what he did.

He's at the bathroom door by the time she makes her offer, halfway inside as he leans back to peer at her with a shrug. ]

Sure. Fair warning though, I lie all the time.

[ AND ON THAT NOTE, HE'S GONNA GO PEE NOW ]