You haven't met most of my kind, Rhys. But sure, I'm the worst. I'll consider that a compliment.

[His laugh is as light as the sound of bells. For a man so bright and cheery in appearance and tone, he's as dark as they come.]

I take in the pain of those willing to give it. We sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the ones who deserve it. You don't. Deserve it, that is.

[He reaches over Rhys' desk, rifling through some of the papers like some bored cat. Sorry if you were trying to organize those before, Rhys.]

So, the codes? You'll give them to me, right? I need them now. Not a day later, not in an hour. Now.