Walk with me

"Say… do you know anyone who scares Dimitri?"

Both men looked at Hera with furrowed eyes. They couldn't see her properly with the dimness of the room, but based on her tone, it sounded like a genuine question. 

"You didn't torture us, knowing that would be a waste of time because we won't talk," Romnick weakly hissed. "What made you think you'd get an answer just because you asked?"

"I'm not talking to you, Paula. Pick up your rosary and start praying. You're more amusing whenever you do that." Hera shifted her eyes to the other man. "Do you know?"

Romnick scoffed, moving his eyes to his lackey. "He won't talk."

"You, Paula, think he won't because…?" Hera cocked her head to the side. "You chose this life and pledged your life to the wrong person. But not everyone is as foolish as you."

She snapped her eyes back to the other person. "I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out why you're in here and not dead."