*Lecter nods once*
Lecter: For now, I have higher priorities than a minion. A runaway Outsider, Tiaz, and... other matters.
*He glances briefly out at the storm, and flexes his grip on his pistol as he catches a glimpse of an armored figure standing in the shadows of the trees*
Lecter: But Togan isn't here to stay. If anything, it's a mercy.