Cloud watches him for a long moment, expression unchanging.

"Say I don't." Which is, of course, an admission, if one with the barest sliver of plausible deniability. A little bit of his suspicion fades. "What are you after? You already got that Interventionist out of there, and I'm not looking to follow up. So what else do you want?"

There's less hostility in his tone than the words themselves might suggest. He's treading lightly, but he's listening.