"I believe you got it right the first time, niece.  He<em>wasn't</em>saying you could be trusted.  Quite the opposite."<br/><br/>"But she's right.  She could have killed me, stolen this little bauble, or turned me away...and didn't.  Maybe she's curious.  Maybe I'm just that sexy..."<br/><br/>Karloff tries to laugh, only to quickly stifle another painful gasp instead.  Random nods thoughtfully, looking vaguely concerned.<br/><br/>"Very well, Karloff.  Coming from you, that's practically a recommendation.  Anne, you have a choice.  You may remain while Karloff and I discuss matters, on the understanding that you keep your mouth shut afterwards.  Or I will order you to give us fifteen minutes of privacy before you return.  Fair enough?"<br/><br/>"Make it twenty."