"If they consent to being chipped. I'll figure out the minimum number of people to operate this class of ship, and whether there's a way to have them all in one room, and then we can try calling up your acquaintances."

"I mean, the chips are super excellent, although admittedly less so for people who aren't me when you don't factor blessings in."

"Want to try making our case to some people right away, or should we wait? It'll be a minimum of five days before we need decide whether to set course for an annoy-the-Enemy swing by Endorë, see what we can provoke him into sending after us."

"It sounds like I can be more productive there than here, at the moment. Oh, that reminds me, were you wearing anything on the upper half of your body when you died that you'd rather have the original back?"

"There was some jewelry, if it happens to be convenient."

"I wasn't sure if you'd rather your body be disposed of more respectfully than being tossed into a black hole so everything on your person when you died except the chip and some brain goop I had to wash off my hands is in a freezer in my basement."

"When we have a bit more time, then." He smiles at her. "I can hardly thank you enough."

"I'm honestly not sure if I should be flattered or despair at the majority of the population when people express the opinion that something I've done is extraordinary."

"It was at a minimum extraordinarily quick thinking. I am not going to weep with gratitude because you've yet to demand obeisance, but you really have gone above and beyond getting us out of there as cleanly as - well, as cleanly as one could -"

"When one has unbound daeva willing to kill to prevent it, yes."

"Ulmo I think was very careful not to try to kill anyone but me, I rather commend him."

"I noticed! I do not personally hate him."

"And the others did permit the departure. Sort of."

"For definitions that allow murder."

"I mean that they stopped the murder once you both were gone. They could have chased down the shuttles that had already departed."

"Still."

"Oh, I'm hardly a fan." And his eyes flutter shut for another ten conversations. "Care to make us dinner?"

"Sure, any requests?"

"Got those menus I gave you back in Tirion?"

"Yep."

Then they'll have dinner! And they'll screw around with lightleaper course settings until the last possible second so anyone who conjures the records has a rough go of it! And they'll jump. 

"If you were trying to annoy a daeva into following you offplanet," he says, "without provoking them into massacring the on-planet civilian population..."

"Seems like a sensible thing to try."

"I just can't think how best to do it."

"It's not a trivial question."

"We can manufacture a paper trail of convincingly not caring about civilian casualties - the disaster at Alqualonde may help with that - if he'll be accordingly less inclined to use them against us. But I'm not sure he won't do it anyway, it's costless to him...we can manufacture a paper trail of trying to find his summoner, hope that makes him nervous, but if it's as hopeless as I am inclined to assume then it may not even make him nervous.

Also orcs would probably summon him back."