[ Ian does not, in fact, take it as a hypothetical. He's learning from his mistakes and he's assuming the most dangerous eventuality is in fact the truest account of Nathan's history. He's leveled with an flat, patient stare throughout his circle-talking — right up until that big delivery, at which point his features shift into something more resembling distress. ]

A job? They- meaning, the owners of a casino, people who have goons, people who are interested in paying other people to magically cheat at high-stakes gambling — are they the fucking mafia? The mafia offered you a job?

[ But wait! There's more! The conclusions don't end there — ]

Oh fuck, you took it, didn't you?