Carver swallows hard. He knows what it looks like when there's obedience but not trust. Maybe Bossie knows he's lying, somehow. Senses it. But you don't disobey your superior.

"I want you at my shoulder, little brother. I want you to follow my lead. I've got a place, it's secure. There's food, Bossie - there's so much fucking food. Can you trust me that far?"