"Good to know." That almost got a smile, the corners of his lips lifting a fraction of an inch. He'd gone from a cockroach to something of use. Which was about as much as he cared to listen to. The moment the scepter made an appearance seemed like as good a time as any to plant his feet firmly against the back of his desk and push off as hard and as fast as he could, chair wheels squeaking and then clattering as he dove off and for his firearm.