Catching sight of the way Barty's eyes flashed, Chastity managed to stop herself from smirking. It was stupid to be pleased at the idea that he might have been a little jealous. Besides, her and Marek were just friends, now. "But hands-on is so much more fun. Why scare them with possible impending death when you can get them to scream what you want to hear?"
Her eyes dropped briefly to his hands as he tucked them into his pockets (she couldn't help that flash of memory of what they'd felt like on her), she nodded and said honestly, "Anyone with more brain capacity might have done it sooner." If Barty's eyes had flashed at the mention of Marek, it was Chas' who flared the moment he mentioned turncoats. Her body tensed and her hand clenched for a moment around her glass before she loosened her grip. With a faint low growl to her voice, she replied, "No, I don't like that idea either. But I wouldn't put it past them. Traitors."