"Oh really?" He asked with more than a hint of incredulity to his tone. As he drew the blade from its sheath and tossed the container aside, he seemed to be taking time to size up his target. 'Nah, better not try that'd he thought as he stepped closer. While sawing away at the thick braided knots, "Here's a tip, don't start talking about demands with your back exposed to a blade." Once Viloet had been freed and turned around, "Now, tell me what it is you think I owe you."