Facilier rolls his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff.

"Would you stop pointin' that gun at me. Chloe?"

At least the smug-ass smile has gone, but it's been replaced with a far more indifferent expression. He picks a piece of imaginary lint off his jacket with a shrug.

"You asked me to make your troubles with your unsettled nature go away, I did that. Ya'll should have been more specific," the slightest hint of a smile. "Knew what I was before you even sat down at my table, after all."