Can we lose the security?

The interviewer pointed to the guard. "What's he here for?"

"I dunno. Woke up with him here," Becky said dismissively.

"I'm security. To make sure that Miss Luv doesn't try anything," the guard answers.

Becky grins at you wickedly. "I'm a biter. I get put in timeout a lot."

"Well can we let her go?"

"Excuse me?"

"I conduct all my interviews in private. Can you uncuff her and wait outside?"

Becky looks at their guest in surprise, but then expectantly at her guard.

"I... guess? It's your funeral." He doesn't even do it himself, just passes the key off to the new guy as if he's afraid of what will happen. The guard steps outside promptly as he goes over and with no real resistance, uncuffs the famed psychopath of the league.

"Oh, thanks, little man," she chimes with a hungry grin, eying him ponderously. "So, you were saying something about... saying something?