He stood up, sheathing his knife. "One that relies a little bit less on 'Oh, people will listen!'," he said, voice high pitched and eyelashes fluttering, "would be good," he continued, voice back to normal. "You've been raised to see the good in people; well, I've been raised to see the bad. I know that people are cruel and petty if given half a chance; we need a captive audience. Enough force to make them sit still and pay attention." He twisted his lips, thinking. "Maybe you should reveal yourself, talk, do your thing, and then I can reveal myself. If they get angry, I know some memory spells. We can wipe their minds and try again elsewhere." Perhaps it seemed cruel to wipe people's minds, but it was safest that way. They couldn't begin to be effective if they were being hunted wherever they went.