"No, erm, still wouldn't advise it. I once watched a man, well, he told him to fuck himself to death and I-I-- I don't want to discuss it too much but let's just say, no. He would hurt you." He didn't think it was safe for anyone to get in there. "We let the lion into the house. This was the wrong move."

Sam sat down, watching Barty and wondering. He knew what he wanted from him, they had discussed it but he could have him any time. They'd talked outside of Torchwood so why would they need this situation? What was it about? "He's not after me, I don't think it's me. He can have me outside of here, what's stopping him? If he got caught that easily, I just -- maybe I'm paranoid." He was, he knew he was. He was overthinking it.