Roth intrigued him so much, Bole might well have sacrificed his new toy to keep talking to him, but he appreciated that if Roth really was playing double agent, getting caught talking to the prisoner probably wouldn't bode well for him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I can't wait."
He looked down at his mouse, still flailing desperately in his grip. Deliberately, he offered it one of his fingers, and barely flinched as it sank its teeth into his flesh and drew a ruby spot of blood. "Do you think these creatures recognise humans?" He asked softly, "I wonder, if I let it live, think it would recognise me when I came back for it?"