[He doesn't lean away, but his brow angles and his smile slips off of him like it were a mask -- perhaps that isn't too far from the truth.]

That so. Maybe you should consider that you're already tangled up in this mess whether you like it or not. Ever since day one, when you agreed to funnel information for me.

[There's no real distancing himself from it all, not when he's seated right next to him on some godforsaken train on its way to Sector 4 so he can work a tedious job to scrounge up some extra gil. What a lark.

Rufus lets that hang for a moment, but then he nearly shrugs and leans right back in his seat.]

But have it your way. I'll make do.