There isn’t much for Ellis to see: a strange man and his snake, markedly more lax in his complacency now than he was when he initially slipped in and recognized Ellis in the water. It’s been well over a minute since he last glanced over to mark Ellis' mood, or the distance between them.

“You would file a complaint.”

Dick seeks to clarify, flat affect offering little insight into the extent of any challenge to the idea.

He's just curious.