You scratch my back, I scratch yours. We'll call it even... minus the kidnapping part.

[ He shakes his hand, nice and tight, even offers an obviously fake smile. 'No promises' huh. ]

I still don't trust you, but I got an android who can taste-test for poison, so I'm sure you won't try anything funny.

Not that you strike me as the killing type, but it sounds like your pal Hale might not be as Canadian as you are.