'Well, I can see why you two hit it off so well. You're both tedious.'

Jim rolls up to his feet, barely bothering to glance in Wilford's direction. He keeps his eyes on the boy as he speaks to the boss.

'You're welcome for making you a habitable house, darling. I'll text you my agent's name on Monday. As for you-'

Now he's talking to Autor, and all pretence at normality, good cheer, and friendliness disappear. He steps closer and speaks quietly in German, with no effort at malice. It's just sort of there naturally.

'-you should rethink your tactics. This isn't going to work for you.'

But he has more fun things to do. He only stopped in to discover what this new living situation is about, and now he knows...he'll be back. His smirk comes back, and he slides his sunglasses on as he steps out of the room.

'Ciao, darlings. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. I'll let myself out.'

And he does just that, already moving on to other things in his head.