If Danny thought the obscured eyes were scary, then the small smirk that just barely quirked the corners of his mouth up must have been more so. It was the first show of obvious emotion on the teenager's face since beginning the interview, and upon catching sight of Danny hiding behind his father's chair, it became a fraction more pronounced.

"Now that," he said, sliding the box of poisons back to his side of the table, "was a prerequisite, I believe."

(This boy could have been both.)