"All right, then. For the record, I don't plan on killing you. In fact, I hope you live. And if it were up to me, we'd all walk out of this alive and weighted down with all the candy we could carry. Unfortunately, unless someone comes out in the next ten minutes and shouts that it was all an elaborate joke, I don't think that's going to happen."

He was really jonesing for something sweet. He tried his pocket, but alas, no luck. "Plan A's finding an escape route out of here; they can't have sealed off everything, and I don't like getting blood on my hands if I don't have to. But I don't plan on dying here, either."

Gaius paused, then shoved his hands in his pockets. "That honest enough for you?"