He stared at his back, his mouth open wordlessly. It didn't make sense. None of it did. Tarvek couldn't stand him. They were working together because they had no other choice. Yes, he'd started to get used to the weasel, and even trust him to some extent, but... He shook his head. No.
But Tarvek was acting so strangely. Gil frowned. He was going to get an answer to this.
"You know you can't leave until I disengage the lab's defenses," he said levelly. "So you might as well tell me."