Paul supervised the rest of the crew as half searched the hostages for valuables. silently he watched as the hostages whispered to themselves. Two  in particulate were louder then they should have. "Where the bloody hell is the security!?" a rich older man said to his early twenty something date "Why Do we even have security if not to make sure this doesn't happen!" Paul listened and looked at the old man as he ranted. After a minute of listening to his rant and trying to calm him down The older gentleman's date noticed Paul looking right at them. "Sweet heart I think you should really stop talking now..." she said as Paul slowly walked over to them as he pulled out a knife he kept om his belt "I certainly will not! We are Rich, not some uncultured dirt merchant that needs to take this kind of thing!" he whispered harshly as the woman looked in fear at Paul standing right behind the man. The man tensed as he saw the shadow Paul was casting. "Why didn't you tell me woman!" he snapped harshly at the woman. Before the woman could respond Paul pulled the man to his feet. As he did The Man noticed the serrated combat knife in Paul's hand. "If your so keen on speaking your mind let us speak in private."  Paul said as he pulled the man away, in all honesty Paul didn't care if they talked, anyone stupid enough to do anything would be made an example of, but the fact the man felt entitled pissed him off. While Paul didn't feel like killing our even hurting the man, he was up for a good laugh, and scaring him was the only way on hand.