The pinched expression seems to ease slightly. Tarn studies Sonia, noting the air of uncertainty and anxiety that clings to her.

"Not too much time I hope. My patience will expire if you have me waiting long."

He takes a step back, putting distance between them. His eyes linger for a few moments before darting to the guards. There's a flash of disgust, so quick that it may be missed.

"You have one week to make your decision."