The temptation to provoke is sudden and intense. He can almost hear Hannibal's voice at his ear: isn't he curious what would happen? And he is--curious, that is--but not enough to discover just what kind of enemy Frank might become, should the fight go sideways.
Which it would, he knows. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping him upright and argumentative, and that can't last forever. In his present condition, it would take very little for anyone to put him down.
"...I'll take care of you if you cooperate, but you need to listen to me."
"Your sales pitch could really use some work," he retorts, but some of the terror-fuelled fire has already gone out of him, leaving him slumped against the stone wall and clutching the shabby cloak around his body to preserve what little dignity he has left. He stares back at Frank mistrustfully, the image of a cornered dog--but he is listening.
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Which it would, he knows. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping him upright and argumentative, and that can't last forever. In his present condition, it would take very little for anyone to put him down.
"...I'll take care of you if you cooperate, but you need to listen to me."
"Your sales pitch could really use some work," he retorts, but some of the terror-fuelled fire has already gone out of him, leaving him slumped against the stone wall and clutching the shabby cloak around his body to preserve what little dignity he has left. He stares back at Frank mistrustfully, the image of a cornered dog--but he is listening.