Daemon showed no surprise. That was war, with losses and victories, with assault to capitalize on advantages, and retreat to cut off the losses, to live to see another day, and to prepare for the bloody revenge.
But he didn't mind. He looked at Ethan Green, and the latter didn't tarry in making himself clearer by voicing his acceptance:
"You will get what you want, but in return, I want all charges to be dropped."
Daemon nodded.
"Fair enough. But before we finalize the deal, let me show you something."
Ethan frowned. He didn't like that there was something more to add, as he doubted that anything good would come out. He had already lost the mood to bother about the coffee in his hand, and he put the cup down.
Daemon didn't look at him, holding his palm open to the side as he lightly called out:
"Isaac."
"Here, sir."