"You can sit in the back if your a good little girl" Flint joked "And do you really want me to fill your mouth, eyes and ears with insects until you are begging to go into the car. If that didn't work I could always make you throw up until you pass out. Or have leprosy... or trench foot" Flint listed the gruesome ways of making her listen to him "Or you could get back in the car, slip on the seatbelt and stay quite until we bring you to the place we need to take you." Flint took a step forward.