"Certainly, my boss." [Flug lends an arm, ready to support Black Hat if he needs it for balance; like a loyal suboordinate should; like Demencia has forgotten she is supposed to be doing. The claw marks the Manticore left in him will take a while to heal but they're thankfully patched, still Black Hat will feel the deep grooves in Flug's arm beneath the bandages if puts any pressure on it.]

"We'll correct any misconceptions done in your name." [Parroting back the terrible orders is second nature and Flug never thought he would be so relieved to hear Black Hat spouting them again.]

"O-of course they don't have your money, you know..?"