with one of them now, actually, occasionally dumping his head into a toilet boil.

that this will loosen his tongue a little, but not while he's under water. Crap can't taste that good, no matter where you come from.

dunks the man under a few more times before growling out his original question.

some booze and since he's not getting it, he's not exactly the most patient person on Earth right now.

hears the man's answers in stammered snippets; something about threats, a sword, silver hair--

drops the man's head back under, and holds. And holds. And holds, until he stops thrashing altogether.

stands up. He flushes the toilet before he leaves the stall. He has manners when it occurs for him to have them, after all.

watching Xanxus from one of the nearby rooftops. Viper's concealment magic comes in handy at a time like this.

that the man's going to like what he did to his hotel room. It's been a long time since he's let his inner asshole out.

leaves the rooftop. He contacts his new friends in India, and rattles off instructions.

that another day or so will clinch it. He is, if for anything, a patient man now.

all the time in the world to make this work, and he will make Xanxus realize that soon.