Facilier's arched eye brow twitched. Tough love... Just what exactly did Landel mean by that? Had he gathered up all his prisoners to punish them or to train them? What was the purpose behind it all? Was some form of sadism involved? The Head Doctor's remark was another precious piece to the puzzle but it was too small to reveal the whole picture. Facilier bit back the urge to inquire more into Landel's foreboding statement. From the impression Facilier received over Landel's elusiveness towards the population of his institute, he knew this was a very delicate situation, and blurting out such questions so soon during their first conversation would not work in his favor. If he could remain on good terms with Landel (or at least the best terms a captive such as himself could bear to have with his captor) then perhaps he could earn the privilege to learn more...?

"Well, technically speaking, you stole me from my employers, and I'm quite sure they're not too happy about it," Facilier replied with a crooked smile. As a matter of fact, his entire soul had become the Loa's property the very moment Tiana destroyed his amulet. In a sick sort of way, Facilier had Landel to thank for saving him from such a fate... "If me working for you offends them in anyway, I have a feeling you'll be the one who has to face them, not me. Just a little warning for y'all..." he darkly added with a small twist to his already unpleasant smirk.

"But I see where you're getting at here..." Facilier said as he leaned back in his seat and rested his large foot upon his thin knee. "You want to give me back my gifts in exchange for the slaughtering of your sick little lambs..." The Bokor's eyes slowly grew wide with greed. "How much y'all be willing to pay me? A price for each dead sheep? Or a whole paycheck to cover them all in advance? Tell me..."