"Mr. Rose," There was laughter in her voice as she continued on, although it wasn't pleasant. "You will find that I never make threats."
She took another sip from her coffee, enjoying the flavor of her own imported blend. Her next smile was entirely predatory. "I pay lawyers to do that for me."
"If you set one foot off these premises with Miss Lawrence in her current condition, I assure you those very same lawyers will be calling your office before you've reached it. Not to mention the civil rights media frenzy a case like this can generate. I can see the headlines now - 'Government Batters Mentally Ill in Custody'."
I didn't, if you'd notice. I'm just playing the part. Isn't that expected of me? It was one thing to mess with a telepath; but a telepath as well connected and as rich as Emma Frost? Very bad form. There were worse things than a lobotomy for a bureaucrat.
"I know you might assume that since you have the legal precedence, I am merely bluffing - but are you eager to find yourself buried beneath paperwork for the next year to cover this up?"
With a little sway in her hips, Emma closed the distance between herself and the inspector.
"Look around you," she murmured softly, gesturing to the assorted crowd gathering. She knew what he saw - a group of freaks. Dangerous ones with powers. It didn't take telepathy to know that; she'd heard it every day for most of her life. "What are the odds that you would even reach the door if we wanted to stop you?"