A game of strip-interrogation

Out of exasperation you hold up your hands. "Stop. Okay, you got me."

Davis looks far too pleased with herself.

"I know I won't be seeing my freedom for some time. But I'm not just going to give you what I have." You swallow hard, steeling yourself for the bluff you are about to play.

"Okay, now we are getting somewhere. Let me tell you this though, you're not getting anything from us AND you're going to tell us what you know."

"Nope." You state emphatically, "Nope, that's not how this plays out. You'll get what you want only if I get what I want. Listen, undercover work like mine doesn't allow me to get close to people. It gets...lonely." You see suspicion cross their faces. "And if you get your way Agent Davis I think my life is about to get a whole lot more lonely in some security cell somewhere."

"You're damn right."

"Here's the deal, one yes or no answer for one article of clothing."

Both in unison, "What!?"

"That's right, like strip poker meets twenty questions."

Davis attempts to call your bluff, "How about I just get my men out there and have them beat the living shit out of you?"

"And you'll get nothing. Do you seriously think I'm not trained for interrogation? I'm making you an offer here, you'll get to crack the case and I get a little treat before you hand me off to your superiors. I'm only going to make this offer once, let me know in the next 30 seconds or I clam up."

Davis turns to Maria in frustration, Maria puts her hand on Davis' in an attempt to get her to calm down. "I say we take it."

The ambitious FBI agent thinks a moment, sensing her chance slipping away she blurts out, "Fine! Fine, you fucking perv."