"A specific threat. We are quite capable of handling any human threat. Including this one. But I do not think it right. I am dealing with a weapon, not a man. Or I would be. I am a believer in justice, not revenge."
A shadow of regret passed over Thomas' face, transparent and clear in his gray eyes. "Unfortunately, I don't have a threat for you. And I... do not need to ask you. It is already done." Thomas wet his lips, then leaned back. "I think I would like a warm drink. Can I get you something? You prefer coffee, I think?"
Thomas pressed his palm flat against the table between them, an appeasing gesture.