"You were the exception. Often." Not often enough, Barty supposed. He sighed and walked over to where Sam's jacket was, not surprised to find his phone there. He checked it for missed calls or messages, relieved to see nothing on the screen, then he walked over to the bed and handed the phone to Sam. He sat down on the edge of the bed, since it wasn't as if there was enough space on there for two people.

"I'm speaking openly now. I will deal with Cheon. You'll get the footage and no one else will ever have to know it exists."