Artemis raised her head as Mythe stood closer, keeping her fear of him from his knowledge. "What are you implying, Mythe?" She demanded fiercely.
"I am sure you know very well what I am implying. We have somebody you care about, somebody who willingly trusts us. You know I don't care what happens to him, and last time we had you torture wouldn't work, and neither would simple talking." Mythe sighed before he continued on,
"If you don't tell us what we know you know, and what we want to hear, someone could get hurt. And this time it's not just you."