Disclaimer: See Prologue.
"Having fun, Sark?"
"Bite me, Bristow."
"So mature, Julian."
He narrowed his eyes warily. "I don't recall ever telling you my first name."
She smiled mysteriously. "I know a lot about you, Julian. More than you realize."
"If you already know so much, what the hell are you here for?"
"Because you need me."
"Bullshit."
"You do. I can see it in your eyes; the hollow of your cheeks. I can see it in the tint of your skin. Much paler than I remember."
"Yes, well, it appears that prison life doesn't exactly agree with my constitution."
"You weren't meant to be in a cage."
"That's funny coming from someone who has always been out to put me in one."
"You know as well asI do that you would rather lose your freedom to me than some random CIA lackey. It's not humiliating that way. It's almost honorable isn't, Julian? The best capturing the best."
"For someone who always nags me about my big head, you seem to have a healthy dose of self-esteem yourself, Sydney."
A grimace. "Cut from the same cloth, aren't we, Mr. Sark?"
"I'm glad we understand each other, Agent Bristow."