[ His eyes narrow back down at him when he's addressed, indeed quickly cycling through his choices: order him to come with him? order him to get lost? order him to kill himself, erase any extra evidence in lieu of creating a third crime scene? This asshole would've offed him; he's relatively certain of that now.

Not at the beginning, though. That had been more of a warning. ]

Not a big fan of making decisions with so little information, but I guess I'm out of options. Do whatever the hell you need to do to handle this little fit you're having, that's number one.

Number two? Sit tight here without leaving this alley for a good ten minutes. I'd rather have the head start. [ With a little two-fingered salute that precedes his turn, finally showing him his back as he makes his way down that alley with a jab at one of his homemade ear plugs. ]