For the record, it is highly unlikely I'll be working with you much longer, there being only so long I can tolerate our esteemed employer's penchant for paranoid pettiness. While you may have sufficient motivation to put up with it, I do not. Quite frankly, I don't need this job. I accepted the offer on a whim, more or less; the chance it might open up new avenues that lead elsewhere. So far, the annoyances outweigh any potential prospects.

[After that fairly serious and direct remark, he smiles slightly, his eyes still hard.]

And what do you think my capabilities are?