Variel stood smugly back as the others interrogated their prisoner. "Cutting her vocal cords would be a justifiable safety measure. But then she'd have to write her answers to all our questions." With a few gestures, his glaive dissolved into smoke before forming up again as a sword, which he sheathed at his hip. "I suspect Jack doesn't know jack ****, about me at least—feel free to prove me wrong—whatever he may know about my new friends here. I would make you eat that glass. I think we both know by now that you'd do it if I told you."