Ryleck had expected the human to vanish down the wolf's throat or up the female's skirt in two seconds flat. When that didn't happen--immediately anyway--he suddenly began to get an idea of how this work to his favor---it was a great personal risk, but then nobody lived forever, least of all a micro.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," he called out, stepping towards them, "I may have an idea what you can do with him."