He could see the Private’s disdain for him in the air, but he had worked with worse people, the Private would get over it.
“No I didn’t, but neither did the guy you were trying to scare. If I were you I’d stick to old fashioned bruises; pain speaks louder than fear, unless the fear is for a loved one, but we don’t know quite enough about him to use that just yet. Shall we begin?” he asked, opening the door to the cargo hold and looking at the two cuffed men on the floor.
“No I didn’t, but neither did the guy you were trying to scare. If I were you I’d stick to old fashioned bruises; pain speaks louder than fear, unless the fear is for a loved one, but we don’t know quite enough about him to use that just yet. Shall we begin?” he asked, opening the door to the cargo hold and looking at the two cuffed men on the floor.