Bole shrugged, "Threats work. Ioan didn't tell..." Of course, that was before. Now Roth had pointed out how easy it would be for someone to turn him in after he'd let them go, Bole realised with some annoyance that he would have to change up his methods. This wasn't going to be like hunting outside anymore. No, now it would be a stealth mission within the school.
"There's always the possibility of just keeping one," Bole mused, "Lock them in a room and play with just them whenever you want... They can't tell anyone if they never see anyone else again." He pinched the skin and fur behind the mouse's neck and held it up, watched it bare its teeth and flail its legs helplessly. Another idea occurred to him and he looked up at Roth with a smile that hid nothing of his sadistic thoughts, "Or cut out their tongue. Remove their fingers... Can't talk, can't tell."