Credence's lips twitch into a half-smile. He knows it's funny and cute and a nice attempt at distracting (though him or Credence he can't say), but he doesn't really smile much. He's not allowed to smile, really.

But he's working on it. he's working on a lot of things. Like this, he thinks, and he hugs the book he'd brought with him carefully. That's right, he has to talk now. Besides--this man is pretty nice. His voice seems nice, like Kira's, or Sonny's. Polite and friendly.

"I'll answer anything you want, sir, and for what it's worth, I'm very sorry you're here. What I'd like to know is if you're dead or not."