[Hands on. Cassel barks out a laugh and presses his hand companionably against Slevin's throat. Not hard enough to cut off air flow, even, just - a greeting. A reminder: he's here. He's not going anywhere. He could leave Slevin's throat a gaping hole in under a minute without use of a single tool but his hand and his mind.]
[After a moment, he sighs and readjusts his grip, taking Slevin's face in both hands and pulling it hard sideways. He forces their eyes to meet, tugs at the worn and broken tendons of Slevin's neck while he does it.]
I, personally, would be glad to take you up on that. But it's not my show. It's his.
[His own personal doubts about Chris's ability to lead aside, Cassel is crisply aware of the benefit of plays to his ego. This is Chris's inmate. Chris is in charge. Cassel assists. That's the way it goes. He's fine with this. Any contrary directives, any redirection must come from out of the target's line of sight.]
[Broad strokes and targeted barbs. He shoves Slevin's head to the side and moves behind him again, leaving his fingers light at rest on the man's temple's, directing his gaze at Chris.]
Spam
[After a moment, he sighs and readjusts his grip, taking Slevin's face in both hands and pulling it hard sideways. He forces their eyes to meet, tugs at the worn and broken tendons of Slevin's neck while he does it.]
I, personally, would be glad to take you up on that. But it's not my show. It's his.
[His own personal doubts about Chris's ability to lead aside, Cassel is crisply aware of the benefit of plays to his ego. This is Chris's inmate. Chris is in charge. Cassel assists. That's the way it goes. He's fine with this. Any contrary directives, any redirection must come from out of the target's line of sight.]
[Broad strokes and targeted barbs. He shoves Slevin's head to the side and moves behind him again, leaving his fingers light at rest on the man's temple's, directing his gaze at Chris.]
Pay attention.