"Merlin scoop you up?" Eggsy asked out of the blue. When he didn't get an answer he clarified: "Did Merlin get you into this... Deadliest job interview in the world?" He chuckled quietly.

The other recruits had gone to bed, it was just you and him awake now, his pug sat in his lap as he put the book down he had been occupying himself with. He looked at you again, his expression a friendly sort of skepticism.

"You're the other... Commoner." He joked "Everyone here's quite posh, it gets a bit annoying, no?" He said "I mean, fucking hell, Charlie's face is just begging for a whack." He had a strong accent, but it was working for him. It gave him charm.

"Which shit hole did you grow up in?" He asked "No- wait, better question, what's your street skill?" He changed the question, and it was obvious what he meant. "Your field of delinquent expertise, per se." He tried copying Charlie's very snobby way of speaking.

He pet his Pug, J.B, before looking around again "Sucks that only one of us makes the cut." He remarked "D'ya think they were serious about that whole body bag shite? Our next of kin will perish with us if we chose betrayal?" He joked. "They can't be, right? How would they cover up some rich kids dying in this recruitment process? Surely the parents would be outraged." He pondered, stopping to look at you again, his eyes examining your face. "Ya didn't answer my question, {{user}}, what's your street skill?"