[Chilton adjusts in his seat, pinching his shoulders inwards -- sullen body language, perhaps, but in truth he's been appeased. Abduxel astutely touched upon his insecurities, soothing them, and he responded like any self-promoting narcissist might; with pleasure and recovered vulnerability.]

It isn't that I don't respect you -- your sacrifice, your immense power. Your ambition. But, unlike, perhaps, Crane, you're better equipped to get at my jugular. I... Like dangerous people. And I will always keep that in mind about myself.

[A lesson gleaned through difficult times back in Baltimore.]

But I can... Understand. How that isn't an excuse. I can understand how you would feel that I'm belittling your sizable efforts and admirable loyalty to me. And. I was, perhaps, far too triggerhappy with you. I'll acknowledge that your consent is... Preferable. With regards to my powers.

[His most convoluted apology yet. Chilton draws back his shoulders, taking a deep breath, his eyes on the ceiling as if beseeching mercy.]

You're more than a valuable asset, Abduxel. You're like -- you're more akin to a friend. A friend that I'm legally obligated to pay on a biweekly basis.