[It stops as soon as he's let go, the quicksand turning just to a shallow pit that they're now sunk into. This sort of thing is going to cost him. Monty's well aware that if they were in Between he'd probably be in danger of fading out for that little display. Now, he just feels immensely tired as he jerks himself out of the sand and rolls to the side.]

Stop panicking, Mr. Solomons. You are Royce's friend. I will not kill you, nor even hurt you, particularly, unless it is by accident.