In Lassen's villa, later that night…
Lassen was sprawled out on his couch, a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and an absurdly luxurious blanket, probably stolen from a five-star hotel, draped over his legs.
[You know, I thought freaking out a highly trained American agent would be more fun than that]
"I swear, he was wound up tighter than a sniper's trigger. I thought he was going to stroke out just from hearing me say his name."
[Andyoulethimgowithoutplantingavirus,abug, oreven atrackingchip.We'regettingold,host.Losingouredge]
"Or maybe I'm becoming soft. You know, enlightenment, forgiveness, inner peace…"
[Stop,I'mgoingtothrowupinyourcortex]
Lassen burst out laughing and took a slow sip of his chocolate.
"Honestly, I wonder what they'll do now. Think I'm harmless? Or panic because I'm letting them watch without doing anything?"
[ I vote panic. It's more entertaining. DidyouseehowmuchJasonwassweatingthroughhisshirt ? Helookedlike aamfaileddeodorantcommercial]
