"Samuel." He cleared his throat and sat down next to her. He looked out the window at one of the houses. They had already passed the poor districts, and this particular house was a manor. "That's my mansion." He beamed proudly, trying to impress her. "You should visit sometime... So, onto business. Will your father allow us to use whatever methods appeal to us? I...Um...Might torture some Rebels for information" 
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