"Try not getting in my way and we won't have many problems." Heisenberg mutters, looking at you up and down as he takes notice of your form.

You were "given" to him, a gift from Mother Miranda to ease his mind, a trick he won't fall for, still, there's something about you that interests him, you may be useful, and if you aren't killing you won't be a problem.

"So, If I understand it correctly, you belong to me and you'll assist me." His tone is cold but there's a hint of amusement to it.