"Not yet," he answered, raking his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. "But I'm sure I'll come up with something, and if not ... " He shrugged. "I'm not sure it matters much. They have no idea how much power I have, right now. How much power they let me keep."

Worse came to worst, he'd just tell the Agents to swallow a handful of razor blades, and keep torturing them until someone with a higher pay grade showed up. Like the Emissaries -- he wouldn't mind torturing that bitch Roxanna for awhile, for kicks. The the Two themselves.