Let me get this straight—you want me to show you how to control the dream environment, in exchange for a promise to save me like some kind of damsel, and then don't want to specify how you'd be capable of backing your claims?

[ Can you feel his utter disappointment and disbelief, Lortel? His words taste like the metallic tang of copper, the low level simmering of swiping blood off your teeth with your tongue. ]

I've been offered better trade agreements from six year olds.