"As you wish, milady Cocktease." The sad thing is that he's heard so many worse supervillain names. He knows how these sorts of arrangements go. He holds the cane out and then sets it aside. "Cassidy. Black Tom."

None of the grenades are on him, and he won't tell her about them unless it's convenient. So goes negotiations between criminals.

"I was beginning to worry that there wasn't a soul left in this Arena with even the slightest bit of class. I'm glad I'm mistaken. Next, I might find someone I could cut a bargain with, even."