[ He huffs, a little offended, despite the fact that he’d been the one to bring up the possibility of being an Imp in the first place. ] No. I’m not.

[ Okay, Cassian, he’s mostly convinced. ] Well. You understand that I can’t give this back to you. [ Another gesture at his pocket. ] And that I can’t let you go just yet. Still, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable — do you need anything? Water, food?

[ That’s as close as he’s willing to get to an apology. ]