Charon stared intently at the monitor, grabbing his glasses and cleaning them. When the girl mentioned parting away with the samples, his whole body tensed significantly. His nostrils flared up.

[i]"They're part of my research, those. I would rather defend those with my life."[/i] He unintentionally get out, his anger getting the best of him. He quickly realized his mistake though, as he composed his face in a thin illusion of civility. The second comment she made didn't help. Reminded him of his failures. [i]I´m gonna go the full mile and strangle you, you little shit. Even if it means breaking... hold on.[/i] Charon's gears clicked in his mind, as his murderous thoughts brought him awareness of a little detail, the wording of the oath. He lowered his head. She wasn't aware of that, was she?

Like a methodical adult, he swallowed hard. Losing the samples would be quite a blow, but you couldn't win all of your battles. You needed to look at the bigger scheme. [i]Lose a battle, win a war.[/i] He inhaled.

"Alright. Both of those I accept. I swear on my sister's tomb and all the tombs of my patients I will not to try undermine your authority as the Oracle."

[i]I'll undermine you [b]for sure[/b]. Or outright [b]kill you[/b]. This oath has a second reading.[/i]