Good boy. [Patronizingly pats his cheek and climbs off of him, leaving him to die on his own.]

[Maybe he wipes his hand off on Palaeno's vest while he's at it.]

Hey Keyes, do you need me to hold that guy down or what?

[Rather than actively offering, he retrieves his brandy glass and goes to sit down on the edge of Kristoph's bed to watch.]