[Snake wonders when Ocelot got so good with words. If it's all a trick then he certainly can't tell...]

I would need to get to know you first. My trust doesn't come easily.

[The hand around Ocelot's neck moves away to grasp the wrist of the hand touching his chin, halting its movement. No hands were allowed that close to his neck.]

And if you earn it, then I'll tell you.