"Well, at least you've got my name right," Eugene drawled, scanning the room for possible weapons, escape routes. One of the awards on the desk looked heavy enough to do some serious damage to the good doctor's head, if it came to that. Eugene had never killed a person before; he preferred to lead a significantly less violent life of crime. But if he had to... "Honestly, the whole 'Mr. Bartowski' thing was getting a bit old. Why the act?"

Though, as someone who had spent his entire adult life pretending to be someone he wasn't, he really wasn't in a position to talk.

When Landel mentioned Rapunzel, he stiffened. Of course. Of course he would use her to get to him. In spite of himself, Eugene found himself taking the bait. He stiffened. "If you lay one finger on her I will..."

What? What would he do? What would he do against a person with the power to bring them all here and then watch them run around like rats in a cage?

The threat hung in the air, still incomplete.