[He smoked his cigarette quickly and listened all the while. When Marcel started talking, you'd better stay attentive because those were bound to be words of great, fucking wisdom. Most people outside their inner circle assumed that he spoke so relatively rarely because he didn't have anything worthwhile to say - all muscle, basically, and little else. The truth of the matter was that to Marcel, most people simply weren't worth his while. Most.]

Saviours indeed. [He smiled, took another drag and blew out a smoke ring. It wasn't neat by any means, come now. They had minutes here, not hours.] Fine, see if you can't make them nervous. I'll help him out when he needs it, poor man. And he'd better be very, very grateful.

[There was something intensely satisfying about turning that little idiot into a useful human being - might even be a first for Fortier, waste of space that he was. If Liberté didn't need his money, he'd be on his way out already but this? This was very much preferable. People were only as useful as you could make them, right? And Marcel was very right about that too; finding uses for the useless was what they did best, the two of them. He looked the other man up and down. Raised an eyebrow very slowly, a wordless comment.]