Flagg pondered for a moment, one hand stroking his chin. "So doing a 'favor' for you would imply damaging the side of the white hats."
Then he sat forward, no grace or clumsiness in the action; he was reclined one moment, and the next sitting forward, elbows on his knees, eyes intent on her.
"Do my actions get regulated through you? I'm not going to take well to being told I can't do something. I do what needs doing. Anyone trying to stop me gets put on my shit list. And they don't tend to stay long after that."