The Boss sat there calmly. "Ah, I'm sorry you think that my boy." He carefully picked up the cup and checked to make sure it had not been cracked. "I suppose it's only understandable, given what you've been through that you're confused about who's good and bad. If you aren't willing to talk to me yet, that's alright." He stood up, but put a small phone on the table out from his other pocket. "See this? It's a phone with my number on it. Given that I still won't allow you to leave this facility in your state, I want you to ring it when you feel safe around me." He then goes to open the door.