[Monty has started squirming to get the man off, but stills at the words and Alfie's expression. There's a cold curl of dread around his stomach as his mind casts back to other encounters. Sol Badguy, Accelerator, Xion, Malcolm, the Nogitsune, Bucky... Dio. He swallows and marshals his courage to put on a front of indifference.]
You are not a man of your word, Mr. Solomons. That is good to know.
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You are not a man of your word, Mr. Solomons. That is good to know.