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It's a long shot, but....
[He trails off, glancing towards Wegener. It's not like they have any other options, here--and he's willing to bet Javert is just as unwilling as he is to deal with him in their monstrous manner.
He straightens up a bit more, his ears twitching and his expression settling into something a bit more intimidating.]
Alright. Let me deal with this--I doubt he'll be willing to go if he knows where we're bringing him. Just play along, he'll be fine.
[He turns around, working up a snarl to address the human. With his good hand, he casually pulls his laser gun out of its holster. It's on stun, right now, but he doubts the poachers have seen any technology like this. It's not like he'd know the difference between an unloaded laser pistol and a loaded one. When he speaks, his tone is the equivalent of a confident swagger.]
You're a lucky guy, Wegener! Ol' fang-face over here's decided to let you live another day. [A pause. He lifts the gun a little higher, aiming it towards Wegener.] Of course, I'm not so equally generous. You spill about anything that we've talked to you about so far, and I'll be sure to track you down and make you regret setting foot in this business ever again.