[ Carver just shrugs. He can lie - and does, from time to time when it suits him - but right now it doesn’t, so he tells the truth as blunt and plain as it comes to him.

It keeps the world simple. ]

Just is what it is. You want to go again, I’m down with that. If not, no skin off my back. So.

[ He cants his head. He wonders if he’ll be able to sleep in this place. Maybe, maybe not. ]

What’d you want, Gold?