[Chilton took a deep, contemplative breath. It was a kindly condition, and even he could admit to that. Will Graham had always been the sort of man who looked after his pack, and for whatever reason Chilton maintained his membership -- despite the cruel antics and selfish conundrums that Chilton so often invoked. But Will Graham was remarkable in that vein -- in many veins, truly, in enough veins for a cardiovascular system -- and Chilton wasn't blind to it.]

Then we're agreed. If I find myself in a difficult position, I won't hesitate to let you know all about it. [Perhaps the stress of certain words didn't help the case for his sincerity, but Chilton did mean what he said.] But it really isn't the devil who concerns me. While he is... Highly familiar in ways that you might appreciate. [A nod to Hannibal.] I'm really not his targeted plaything. Jonathan Crane had long ago made a forthright pact with him, and I don't see anyone flustered over that commitment.

[Which probably spoke more to the fact that Chilton had more people who authentically cared for his safety, but his tone indicated that he hadn't chosen that as a point of interpretation.]

Just. Something to consider.

[Frederick Chilton always had to thrown in one last little punch, didn't he?]

And... I was hoping we could discuss a topic closer to your heart, Will. How is Abigail doing?