"That wasn't a threat, it was a promise. I don't know you that well; I have to be sure that if I give you a knife it won't end up in my back." [He shook his head. What a pisser that he couldn't remember much of how Conklin had handled him back in Paris. It could have helped.] "Usually in these kinds of situations, I'm you. It's hard to get used to being on the other side of it. I'm sure you can appreciate that."

[Bourne took a deep breath.] "All right, all right." [Costigan was clearly troubled by what was going on, he could tell that much, and briefly wondered if giving the inmate a knife was a good idea. Too late now.] "Hell of a welcome."

[Time to put himself in Costigan's shoes. He'd want a set arrangement if he was going to be the guy in danger. Sighing, the former asset rubbed his temples. That headache was starting to come back.] "Okay. An arrangement. Go ahead. What do you want out of it?"