Slit seems to back away breathless, but then looks up and grins.
"Oh. That tickled."
He sits down in a nearby chair.
"Don't get your dreads in a twist, wingboy," the lizard said. "That little cut will heal up without a trace. Also, at what point did I insult you? I only said that you don't scare me. That's not an insult. Pretty much all the other hunters are scared of you, and frankly, I really do respect you. I'm just not terrified of you." He cracked his knuckles. "Sorry, my bones got all tense. Now, there are some secrets that are best kept that way, which is why you've never heard of this man until now. He prefers to stay under wraps so that his enemies cannot get to him... not that they'd stand a chance anyway. He works in conjunction with your boss, but he has the final say in decisions regarding prisoners and test subjects. He's given you the orders... now, you can call your boss and ask him, but if you do, you'll be in deep shite yourself for not listening. And by the way, don't judge a book by its cover." Slit's grin got wider. "I might not be as powerful as you, but I'm not puny."