Frankie's gaze immediately snapped from the middle distance to focus on Joe's face, scrutinizing him intently.
"What a very interesting question for someone with only a passing curiosity in a stranger's life to have." He sat up, putting his feet back on the floor. "And it creates a problem for me. Because, you see," he stood up and walked around to the other side of the table from Joe, so that when he leaned on it, he could still be looking at Joe head on, "I don't give single solitary fuck about them and what they may or may not want me to tell anyone. Honestly? I'd be happy to tell you anything you want to know, provided I haven't been previously ordered not to divulge it. However, all they have to do is ask me the right question and I'm telling them all about you and everything I told you in turn. Now, I'm too valuable to them for them to punish too badly, so whatever happens to me, I know I can handle it. But you'd have their attention. And that's not a good thing to have. So, before I answer your question, you need to answer mine."
He stood up again, back straight, hands on the table, gaze deadly serious and unblinking. "How badly do you want to know? Are you prepared to risk the consequences getting answers from me could bring?"
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"What a very interesting question for someone with only a passing curiosity in a stranger's life to have." He sat up, putting his feet back on the floor. "And it creates a problem for me. Because, you see," he stood up and walked around to the other side of the table from Joe, so that when he leaned on it, he could still be looking at Joe head on, "I don't give single solitary fuck about them and what they may or may not want me to tell anyone. Honestly? I'd be happy to tell you anything you want to know, provided I haven't been previously ordered not to divulge it. However, all they have to do is ask me the right question and I'm telling them all about you and everything I told you in turn. Now, I'm too valuable to them for them to punish too badly, so whatever happens to me, I know I can handle it. But you'd have their attention. And that's not a good thing to have. So, before I answer your question, you need to answer mine."
He stood up again, back straight, hands on the table, gaze deadly serious and unblinking. "How badly do you want to know? Are you prepared to risk the consequences getting answers from me could bring?"