[Well.

Somehow, he expected a reaction, but definitely not his own hospitality being thrown back at him. Literally, in the case of the ice that hits his face and leaves water spots on his shirt and tie. No real harm is done to anything but his mood, but he is looking at Moran with the same dead, impassive eyes he levels at anyone who's trying his patience.]

If I wanted to dismiss you from our service, I would say it directly.

[Brushing the ice off to the floor, he stands.]

On the contrary, I'm fully aware you are the only person I can trust here. I'd hoped we could, in the spirit of the world William wants, be able to talk to each other candidly. As something closer to friends. Yet...

[He crosses the room to the bedroom to retrieve the neatly hung-up garments and brings them back out. Then he drops them on the couch. His resolve isn't as strong as William's. It never has been.]

...It seems like it was too early for candor, on my part. Everything I've given you in honesty has been thrown in my face. If you can't handle the truth, don't ask for it.

[He leans down to move the glass Moran discarded from the couch to the coffee table, then turns his back to head to his room.]

Good day, Colonel Moran.