Now, Mithrun's good eye narrows. He leans forward, just slightly, arms still crossed. "You think that's all he'll care about? Whether you get your work done? If something happened to you, he'd worry even if you were a complete stranger."

Mithrun would know.

He straightens, the faintest bit. "As it is, you're his employee, and important to people important to him. There's plenty of reason there for him to worry."