Quintus was positively bored, his big arms crossed and his hips cocked casually. He had been prepared to wade into the cage and have to grapple or beat Cho into submission, but this was nothing but a forlorn request. Granted, he had heard it hundreds of times, and from people who were crying, slobbering for mercy. This was relatively tame by comparison. 

He also understood the, say, enjoyment of cruelty. The power one felt. It was the same power one felt when they won a competition, or proved someone wrong in an argument, or was vindicated in anger. Only more satisfying. However, he typically felt it mostly keenly in combat. Here, it was a bit unappetizing. What he wanted now was to make it back, and once again, get paid. 

He gave a deadpan glance at Jor'eth, before regarding Cho. "How about this, Ty. You give us no problems, make no run for it, and your little Ur bot won't be harmed." He offered. As long as his credits were guaranteed, he was happy. The leverage just made it more likely.