"Hostage-holding is for the bad guys."
He laughed again, this time faintly bitterly. "You obviously haven't seen the good guys in action."
"No," I told him. "Maybe you were just mistaken on who the good guys were."
There was a long pause, and he said in a soft, midnight voice, "Maybe you're right."
"You're the good guy," I explained to him. "So you have to cope with all the good-guy rules. Fortunately, you have an exceptionally talented and incredibly gifted side-kick ..."
"Who turns into a coyote," he said, a smile in his voice.
>_< I love their conversations.