[As this goes on, Cain considers stopping Jin. It should go without saying that since he expected them not to hold Enter's actions over his head, it should work the same in reverse.

Then the exact way that Jin is phrasing this starts to sink in, and his face hardens.]

I understand perfectly fine. Both the letter of what you're saying to me - which I can't fault, make no mistake - and the threat you insist on dancing around.

[He drums his fingers, trying not to get angry at Jin. At least, not outright. Cain downs the rest of his beer, murmuring a string of sacres before he roughly puts the bottle back onto the table.]

I may use words as a snare, Masato, but in a serious situation, I prefer it when people say what they mean.