Reginald gave a quick shake of his head. "Only that my grandson Levon is the next greatest match in my line. The lad's ten, mind you, so you can imagine how well I took to that idea. It's one thing to gamble with my own life -- quite another to even consider it with his." He was watching Simms carefully, wondering if he really would chuck something across the cell. Perhaps the coffee had been a bad idea after all.
Giving a short-lived and humorless smile, Reginald shook his head as he removed his spectacles from his nose. He polished them carefully on his shirt. "We're snowed in almost up to the second floor. No one's going anywhere. Unless you're volunteering to be the work horse that plows the trail with his bare hands. I'm sure at least a few people would like to see that, but I wouldn't. You'd die first. Besides," he went on, as he replaced his glasses, "I don't believe for a second that this power outage is authentic. It's of their doing, just like everything else is. They don't leave anything to chance. Do you really think they'd have a generator running to allow us access to you, but leave their barriers unprotected?"