Utterly Mad

Saul nods as the sergeant turns and leaves, before bending down to right the Hound's chair, setting him back up in his original position. "Well now. I'd call you a possible convert, like I call everybody, but something just tells me we're really not gonna see eye to eye on certain political issues, my friend." He states, his monotone voice somehow still conveying sarcasm.

"So. One chance is all I'll give, right at the door. Save yourself a lot of pain, and give us the commander." He begins, leaning in towards the sniper and staring straight into his eyes. "Or, I promise, by the might of a god far mightier than yours, you will die screaming."