The gun, the whip, and your blade are locked away. The three of you will not make war upon me. You will not plot. Whatever decisions I make as I bring my kingdom back under heel will not be questioned. The humans will cease to interfere in my efforts to tend your injuries. You will recognise that my word is law, and you will ensure that they do in turn.

[ His eyes narrow. The moment is fading, along with his patience, with the humans acting as themselves again.

The Belmont turns back, lips pressed into a tight line, and nods. ]

Am. I. Clear?