[ He may not fully believe his own words, padding the truth in something nicer, though for whose sake, he isn't certain. Perhaps more of that fuel he holds onto in order to be able to keep going. Underneath everything, Konstantin trusts nothing and no one here. Years of training and being privy to secrets have taught him many things; he's seen the inner workings, to some extent. Already he's preparing to have to take drastic action, if he must. For now, he'll wait, gather details and make his own observations of this place and what they want from him. They think he's harmless, perhaps a little arrogant and too reliant on his own charm. Let them keep thinking it.

He looks back over at the other man, and he isn't quite able to sense what the creature can, on this level. Not just yet; they're still too new to one another. But the thing is so sensitive, its body serving the purpose of adaptation, impossibly soft and pliable. It absorbs from the world around it like a sponge. It can perceive on a level no creature from Earth could. Perhaps even deep within the core of himself, it can feel Vasiliy, and some of those shifts within the man's state. The rise and fall of hormone, the swell of adrenaline, the sigh of exhaustion.

It moves, a little. Disturbed by Vasiliy's presence, maybe, or longing for the things it knows it can't take from him. Konstantin can feel it, and sits up a bit straighter, adjusting his position but perpetually uncomfortable, swallowing back against a wave of sudden nausea. ]

Speaking of resting — you should, if you need to. I'm sure it's been a long day for you.

[ He isn't trying to cut the other man's thoughts off, but he's worried by the thing's reaction to him, and him speaking. Perhaps if Vasiliy sleeps, it will settle down again, and then.... (And then what? What does he do? He doesn't have a plan for this.) ]

I'll be up for awhile, so I can keep watch. Make sure our hosts behave themselves.

[ Another teasing smile, but behind it — truths they both know. ]