Reflexively, he lets out a derisive snort. He turns away from her, staring toward the door of the elevator (has it stopped completely?), shoulder checking her if necessary.

"I don't want to talk about it."

It feels like concession, still. How does he recover?

Looking over his shoulder at her, there's a glint of that feral madness that comes from no one meaning anything to him, from loneliness, from isolation. "Unless you're so desperate for a fuck you're bribing the AI to get a chance at Elias' cock."