"You do not have numbers," Nathaniel growls lowly. Anders is melting into his touch, but clinging so tightly to his hand that it hurts. "We have others outside. And if you believe I am bluffing, I will not try to persuade you. I don't care anymore whether you believe me. I am only giving you fair warning, because I was taught to have honor even when it is inconvenient. You are not being given a choice. We will leave here today with both prisoners. You may decide how, and what you receive from it."

He is bluffing, sort of. They have two people on the outside. But they also have a great deal of talent on the inside. And he is done with this nonsense.