The man, who had shrank back under Iris' glare relaxed a little more at Taylors easier demeanor. "Oui, oui." he replied. "Ah, I mean yes. Sorry, this is not easy for me. This situation. My name is Henri Duponte. I am, um, courier. My company, she specialises in rare books." His hand gestured towards the case. "I was to bring this book here, for a client. Just as I was leaving the airport, I was attacked, thrown into a van, and brought here. Those men, I think they thought I was someone else, or maybe they thought I was carrying something more valuable than a book."<br/><br/>He gave a snort of outrage. "They did not believe a book could be of any real worth.<em>Brûle en enfer, et me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée.</em>" He snorted again, then looked somewhat abashed. "I am sorry, but ...' his hand rose to gesture at the cage around him.