Heine's mouth tightens. He hadn't meant to be so transparent—or, didn't think he was. As Jade rises from the table Heine looks down, but his robes hang loosely enough that he can see nothing.

"Stop." He says, after a long moment of effort. "Fuck off. I don't want a deal with you. Stop ordering him around." Heine's looking back down at the ground, wanting something to twist or fidget with but finding no distraction.