Sparrow: Oh, good. “Patrick” it is.

Okay, Pat, let’s make a deal. If you had a “master”, they could order you not to make trouble. And to take off if trouble came looking for you.

I know that bit’s true. We went over it in public policy class. And if you can’t trust college textbooks, what can you trust?

That would take your threat level back down from “strange dude with magic powers” to “well-trained, if chatty, dog.” Then you could stay.

Patrick: Y-you want to become my–?

Sparrow: Noooo. Not me. Bianca’s much nicer than I am. Whatever agreement you make, you make it with her.