"Well played! Offer's still open."
He's probably got dozens of knives. And she's looked at him almost enough and he's a little occupied to keep shapeshifting and changing gait, now...
"I'm very good at staying alive. But I do have to leave soon, so are you going to give the order or do I kill Liam and go?"
"You won't be able to tell if I meant it or not unless you put him down," she points out.
"I'll be able to tell if he's trying to move, and will even let him do it. More importantly, that's not an answer. You have four seconds."
Well that was anticlimactic. Jacob stops. Once her hand is halfway through his head, the Siberian reverts to being stopped too.
Promise flies to where Liam has just been dropped unceremoniously on the roof. "You okay?"
Then she goes up to the Siberian. "You may, without inconveniencing me, breathe. Answer my questions truthfully and completely. Can you talk?"
If Promise really wants a complete answer she might end up sitting through a long list of dead members.
"Do you know Bonesaw's name?" interrupts Promise. "Shatterbird's?"
Snap, snap. "If I bring you to Captain's Hill and don't make any really obvious tactical mistakes, will anything I would predictably dislike happen?"
"Bonesaw probably has something set up. I couldn't tell you what. Other than that, you might be assumed to be a member of the Nine and earn a kill order. And in five or six billion years the sun might burn out."
Promise snorts. "Will Bonesaw be able to undo what she has set up?"