[ "Most." That would give Rhys plenty of room for deniability if he turncoated here, and with that "if" in there that probably meant not everyone he'd spoken to had agreed.

He tapped metal fingers against his chin, pretending to consider Theo's plan while really considering the risk-reward of full stop ratting him out. ]

If you can figure out a way to administer the poison without it getting all over our hands and taking the whole ship down for an unscheduled nap then I'm in. You might wanna start looking into finding a surplus of gloves now though, who knows when we'll be docking next.