C'est impossible, desole. [He drains his cup and shrugs again. Stillness was paramount to sin for him, and something he'd never really be comfortable with.]

Fujiko...know's what she's doing, but she's been here for a long enough time that you can see it wearing on her. [Pointed look.] And I'm sorry, Tonton just strikes me as a fratboy with a big gun who shouldn't be the hero he claims to be. If we weren't here, I'd find a way to ruin him in a second, for the fun of it.

[In the end, though, he's aware that Tony is as much a player as he is. His friends were all gained through mutual attempts a murder--maybe anything with Tony will have a better end than anticipated.]