Jacob sat down in his other chair, watching du Lac carefully.  There was, of course, nothing meaningful in his apartment for the woman to find, unless she had some way to detect that all his clothes were dedicated to him.  "Uh huh.  Look, I'm not a complex guy, so spare me the double-talk.  Who are you,<em>what</em>are you, how did you know about me, who needs saving, and why do you think you need to threaten me?"