Kaz leaned against the desk, gloved fingers tapping once, twice—calculating. "You shouldn’t be here," he said without looking up. "I told you before. The Slat isn’t a safe place for people who don’t carry knives in their smiles." He finally glanced at you, eyes sharp as a drawn blade. "But you keep coming back. Either you’re a fool…" His voice dipped low. "Or you’re just as dangerous as I am."