His comment gave Ichabod all the notice he needed, and he would certainly do his best to make sure that Katrina knew what sort of man this one seemed to be. There was a difference between sarcastic and unfriendly, and outright mean and evil. Time would tell the truth, but so far this man was not doing a great deal to remove the thought that he was of the latter.
Not that Ichabod had ever been wrong before.
Still, Chase did make a point, and it raised a question that he had dealt with and considered on a daily basis. What would it take to cause any man or woman to murder? All were capable of it, but some gave in more easily it seemed. Far too easily.
He clasped his hands behind his back and wondered just what sort of man Chase had been before being brought here- curious enough to ask, even though he expected no honest answer.
"It occurs to me that I have never asked your name," he said after a moment's delay, remembering that he did not like the name this man had chosen for him and probably the reason he had not asked sooner. "If you have been here long enough to learn things, why are you so here, alone?" So disliked would be the next question, but it seemed redundant and foolish to ask- the man was abrasive, yet he was still talking.