[ he'll finally let go, keeping his hands behind his back as he rocks back and forth on his heels. ]

... sounds like a mercenary. That's not necessarily a bad thing. But did you get any of that money? Or any reward for it, at all?

[ but then he taps his chin, rubbing right below his lip. ]

You don't look like you're on strings now. So doesn't that mean you have freedom... kind of?