[ The wry annoyance fades from By's expression as Wash talks. He gives a short shrug when he says that, confirming - ]

Good enough that they had me run a special course on it for other informants. So, yes.

[ Which he says casually - though, truthfully, there hadn't been anything casual about that. He'd been so fiercely proud when they'd asked that of him. He likes being good at what he does. He likes it more than anything else in his life.

A moment, then - ]

And do you find that's actually the case? That random fucks you pick up in bars willingly trust you with their lives?