Slater gave a small grunt but leant back in the chair, shifting to the side as he struck up another cigar. He allowed the smoke to rise and breathed in the scent before he realised she was not about to speak any more and so he decided to do as she had asked and get it over with - but he wasn't about to kill her.
"Do you think it was wise, to go out and get yourself in such a mess?" he asked simply, his tone quiet but devoid of anger. It was more a disinterested question rather than something he was about to tell her off about.