What can I say? I don't like a shit end of a deal. [ Though the offer to turn him over to the guards garners a little laugh, hands flying up as if to say he was more than welcome if that's what stroked his ego. At least, he thinks, the guards wouldn't have freaky, weird ass powers and he could probably just pummel them and make it the hell out of there. ] Feel free to do what you want, and when your guards wake up a few weeks later you can explain to them who you gave them to willingly.

[ Since he seems to know so much abut him, anyways - ] Honestly, you keep talking about your power ad influence so much it's enough to make a guy think you might be talking out your ass. How much ego stroking does one guy need?

Prone to failure? [ Honestly he kind of wants to just blow his head off for that one (prone to failure that), but decides that's probably not the best idea.]

Excuse me for not providing for dudes with an ego the size of Jupiter and weird ass powers instead of brute force. Most people have balls enough to actually handle other people physically instead of standing at the other end of a hallway for their measuring contest. [ Flippant, as always, even when threatened. ]