[ He gives a low whistle. Shit. That's a hell of a lot longer than he wanted to hear. ]

Need-to-know, huh? [ Yeah, he's used to that. Doesn't mean he appreciates it coming from people he doesn't work for. The kind of thing that's only palatable when you're getting paid. Not when your ass got kidnapped into a cushy palace.

He's got things to take care of at home. Reports to (make Rude) file. Nothing he hates more than being interrupted in the middle of his work.

Tch. ] Well, if they expect me to report for duty, they owe me a better salary than a buncha damn canapés.

[ Has this stopped him from eating the free food? Not at all. He's been munching off that plate this entire time. ]