[Black Hat listens to it all, not once interrupting. Indeed, his only action is to help the unbuttoning process, reaching behind himself to undo the buttons beneath his wings that hold his shirt in place there. Once Flug finishes, Black Hat is silent a bit longer. And then:]

You're right.

[Because Flug is. Under normal circumstances, Virgil would never have been hired on.]

He's not worthy of it. But I had no choice. Kill him, he'll just spring back right as rain with the fog, able to blabber whatever he wants.

[Black Hat shucks off his vest.]

So. I'm binding him. A short leash, one he clearly doesn't object to. One he'll lose if he steps out of line. Not for long, though. If he does that, I'll put it back on again once we are free - and it will be a noose.

[He growls it out - it's clear Black Hat is not anywhere near pleased with the situation.]

For now, he'll be your drudge. Do what you want with him.