"I understand that you seem much more dedicated to getting out of this than the people I usually deal with, yes."

While he may not be fully acquainted with the social hierarchy in this place, he's belonged to enough people high on the one at home to be confident in the assessment that if anyone in this situation has status, it's the person assigning others to this and not the one passing off a broom. Souza sets his chin in his palm as he glances sidelong at him, not quite turning to face him fully. "So if you refuse to be talked into it, just what would it take?"