While White made his suggestion, Dumas’s lips twisted into a smile, like paper curling as it burned.  His expression was not a pleasant thing to see.  Displaying a gleeful sadism that would have shocked his friends, it was another souvenir of war.  Dumas had done well in the military, rising to the rank of captain before he left.  And nobody got that far if some part of them didn’t enjoy what they were doing.<br/><br/>By now, their captive had been reduced to frantic babbling.  Dumas wouldn’t have been surprised if the man pissed himself after another few seconds.  Leaning in close, so that his smile filled the man’s entire field of vision, Dumas made his final request for information.  “My accomplice has an excellent point,” he purred.  “However, to save us some time, there’s one thing you can tell me that might save your miserable life.  The person who gives you your orders -- what’s their name?”