"I guess I ain't like most masters," the Knave said. "'course, I guess that ain't exactly a surprise neither."

He knew he needed to let go of Cyrus's hand, things were complicated enough without this. There was just no way in hell this could go well and yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.

It didn't have to be anything. Maybe it wasn't. And if he called attention to it, he'd embarrass Cyrus and he didn't want that. So it was all right if he just sat there and enjoyed whatever this was.

(It wouldn't but he was good at lying to himself.)