[ Well. That's not what Murphy thought Bellamy would say. He stares for a moment, fumbling with the response. Because the answer isn't "nothing". There's probably a whole lot Bellamy could do, but Murphy hasn't thought about it, given the overall futility of ever asking anyone to consider his needs. ]

What, like, pinky swear you'll never tie me up and throw me in the closet? Promise I'll never have a gun to my head? If I told you I'm ratting out every single Displaced tomorrow, you can't say you wouldn't do anything you possibly could to stop me.