"Underestimate you? Or test the kindness of a new owner?" he demands drily, giving Charles a frustrated look. He's none too pleased with his current situation because it removes control from his hands when he'd like to take the information and go.

Erik leans forward, forearms slotted over his thighs. "What if I begged you to run with me? What if I asked you to stand at my side. We'd recruit, we'd pursue Shaw. The CIA were helpless. You were the only one worth a damn on that ship."