[ He feigns concern for his well-being, biting his lip—and then looks up again, twisting his wrist a little in Jeremiah's grasp. Not to get free of it, but rather to remind him he's still holding it. ]

Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement. After all, I'm sure there's some dirty laundry of yours you wouldn't want getting out, too. I don't have much to lose, with exile hanging over my head, but you... well, I would think twice before I make my next move, if I were you.