[We could've made this simple, Lobelia thinks, but that remains only as a thought. He's done enough damage, laid enough traps to keep Vergilius fuming on his own. It's his turn to affect calm and see how much ignoring Vergilius' demands stirs the anger within him.]

Non, you know I don't answer to demands any better than you do. Why don't you try asking nicely? Here, I'll even teach you the words: S'il vous plaît, laissez-moi partir, monsieur Lobelia!