Oh for fucking crying out loud, Izzy. You just had to, didn't you.
Nathan turned towards Ismael and locked eyes with him. His stare was as flat and emotionless as his face as he did so and, after a second or two, he answered with a simple, utterly neutral "No." No sign showed of what he thought - no visible pulse, no heightened breathing, no flushed anything, no unsteady eye movement. A rock with a face would've been remarkably similar.