"I will make you an offer. You work for me, they stay alive. You slip up, you tell the heroes, I suspect you of stealing a candy, they die."

"You seem awfully confident in your ability to keep them hidden from me."

Lung frowns.

"You could try to encourage me with something more than threats that will make me try to get creative to avoid?" she asks, and rubs her fingers together in the universal 'money' gesture.