Denial

Abel scoffed for a second. And Tanya didn't get why he was doing so. "What is it?" She asked.

"Well, it's not like I don't sympathize with your situation and stuff, but there's one thing that I don't get. What makes you think that my old man has some worthwhile information about saving a person from impending death? Like, the most he would have would probably be on how to betray a perfectly fine person for thirty quid. He's that sort of man, you know?" Abel shrugged.

"I mean, he might just be that in your eyes, but we got solid info that he has the info that we want. So, there's that." Tanya spoke.

"Hmm, if you really believe that to be the case, then there's no stopping you." Abel replied.

"So, your answer is?" Tanya asked.

"Yes, of course. I mean, I was planning to go there as well, you know? So, the more, the merrier, if you ask me." Abel smiled.

"It's a deal then." Tanya smiled back.