[Val'drin sounds remarkably casual about your ill deeds, either way. More amused than anything.] Are you insinuating that if I inform the police of your behavior, I'll spend tomorrow evening sleeping with the fishes? Because that's ... almost delightfully charming, really, in this day and age. I haven't wrestled with the mafioso in ... oh, decades. [He leans forward with conspiratorial interest] Do they still do that number with the horse head or did Hollywood take all the fun out of the element of surprise?