Michael mirrors Wolfgang’s thoughtful expression, crossing his arms while he mulls it over. The first option seems sketchy—what exactly does want to see mean? Is it more like what someone would expect to see, or would it show the truth if that’s what they were after? And what about strangers? And would people see him with different eye colors? The second option might be dangerous too, but at least there’d be some semblance of control and certainty involved.
“How long is the time limit?” he asks. “I wouldn’t have to come back every night, would I?”