"Tick, tock," Jim says, somewhat occupied with the contents of his phone for the moment. This bit required so little of his attention that reading a few emails should occupy the time sufficiently. There was a chance it would all be emotional prattle anyway and he was far from interested in it. "Don't have all day."

"Y-y-yes, I had to!" Will Gray may not have been known for having nerves of steel, but anything that resembled composure was gone. His breaths come shallow and panicked and he's looking up at Sebastian with pleading eyes. The eyes of a dead man. "I'll go to the US, I'll be across the pond before the traffickers realize, I wont say a word about Jim Moriarty, PLEASE."

Jim takes this opportunity to chime in, though his comment is directed at Sebastian: "Saying names, telling stories of big bad wolves. Can't have legendary names in the minds of the living, can we? I do prefer being a fairy tale." Perhaps it's more information than he should divulge given the man hadn't even passed the test yet, but it's never too soon to learn the first lesson. There are so many to cover and with how boring this begging for your life bit always is it's a welcome change of pace to use this as an opportunity. No man can escape Jim Moriarty while working against him and live to see the light of day. The only exception to this rule hadn't fallen into his good graces just yet.