"I am not Rosse's puppet," he says, with a certain amount of cold pride.

"You'll have to find a way to trust me on that one. And given that you've just claimed a man who Rosse clearly wants dead, I hope to hell that he doesn't imagine you are, either." Raguel's general confusion seems to have diminished somewhat; anger is keeping him focused. It's not an improvement.

"Yeah, IIGA. You can't seriously be sitting in here to defend your own hope of personal gain. And you know how I feel about unfair advantages," he adds, and the dreamy look returns.

"So. You seem pretty sure this one should be thrown back. Why?"