"Ohoho, trying to get the crazy to calm down." Dasken laughed loosely, and then incredibly quickly wrapped up the explosive beneath Zane into a bite-size sphere, pried open his mouth, and held him in the air by the shirt collar. The sphere floated next to his mouth.
"Listen here, you ass. Either you deal with us properly, or you die." He gestured with his head at the explosive. "Equivalent of ten hand grenades. Down your throat. You don't comply, you go boom." He held Zane so close to his face that Zane could smell the sulfur of Dask's blood.
"Got it?" Dasken muttered through clenched teeth.