[ Smug asshole. There's immediately the powerful urge to roll his eyes and maybe flip this guy the bird, but Gen settles for letting a hand clenches to a fist in his pocket. Squeezing tight around his lighter so he can maintain a flat expression as he drones a vaguely thought 'hmmm.'

Not that he's trying to look entirely respectful and good-natured -- he knows he's usually too much of a shithead, and that would only draw suspicion. It's just that, in this case, he deliberately gears his shitty attitude less towards being obnoxious and more towards being opportunistic. ]

Sounds like you've got a nice little setup all planned out, huh.

[ Said at a languid drawl. Then a pause before he continues: ]

Let me in on it too. We're on the same side an' all, yeah?