Nathaniel cringed slightly at the sight of Maisy's rather rough treatment. Making sure to shut tight the door behind him, he slowly approached his loose-cannon partner and the unfortunate soul she was sitting on. 

[color=6ecff6]"I think you're scaring him." [i]And me.[/i] "Why don't you let me talk to him?"[/color]

Nathaniel squatted down in front of the bed, keeping himself at eye-level with the Dark Dormer.

[color=6ecff6]"Look, sorry about my friend. She's kind of crazy. I don't like to see this any more than you like to feel it. But I'm sure I can convince her to let you go if you just tell us a little bit about yourself. Like why you're here, what you're looking for, and most importantly, [i]do you have the cards?[/i]"[/color] That last bit came out a little stronger than Nathaniel had intended, but he let it hang in the air due to the magnitude of its importance, maintaining eye contact with Lite all the while. It was a bit of a standard good cop bad cop routine, but Nathaniel was not exactly a veteran at this. Besides, the guy had to crack eventually.