"I'd show you, but then I'd have to kill you." He looks at him deadpan (though not in the eyes, obviously) before a grin creeps over. It is absolutely the prosthetic hand that kills you if you look into his eyes. "Which brings me to the first point I wanted us to talk about. Boundaries, rules. That."

He'd pat you on the back if he didn't think it might backfire. And it's obvious when he hesitates, taking a hand out of his pocket only to give a vague gesture as he talks and then shove it back in his pocket. "See? And that's why I'm offering anyway. Just because I don't get my deal thanks to you doesn't mean I'm not getting my deal. I'm not leaving until I get it. I can't. So if it's not you, then it's someone else. You aren't wasting anything if I'm the one offering." Also, who is to say any of his advice would even help? Shit. He's probably more harm than good even with his best intentions.