The silence stretched between them, tense like a steel wire. Roman, his eyes fixed on Cainz, took a deep breath.
"Before I answer," he began in a low voice, "I want to ask a question."
Curious, Cainz inclined his head. "Please," he said. "And may I take a bite of my burger while we talk?"
Roman nodded. "Feel free," he replied. "Firstly, don't expect any reward for helping me. I would have found a way out on my own."
Cainz chewed his burger, listening attentively.
"As for my question," Roman continued. "Why are you so eager to know my motivations?"
At these words, Cainz quickly set down his burger and clasped his hands.
"Please forgive my negligence, Mr. Roman. I tend to rush ahead, forgetting the preparations. I should have answered that question before questioning you," he admitted.
Roman stared at him, intrigued. "So, why do you want to know my motivations? What do you gain?"
