"You are down to a minute and forty-three seconds, my silent friend. I would advise you give me a reason to give you the silver destroying antidote, preferably before it hits your heart." Arthur said. As the knife was removed from his leg, he winced in pain. "You could offer a warning next time." he said, but other than that remained sitting as though nothing had happened.<br/><br/>"So my friends, what shall we do with the body when he dies from silver intake? I would assume since he will not talk, that one of three things is happening. One: he is mute. Two: He would rather die than answer our questions. Three: He is too stubborn to see reason." Arthur put the gun back where he had gotten it from. "In any case, It would seem an explanation would be in order, so I will say what is on everyone's minds... Why is a werewolf trying to kill his own kind? And before you ask how I know, It is your reaction to silver that told me." He lay back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head in a relaxing manner. "So what'll it be? Death... or cooperation?"