[AM has wished to do far more than behead Noa. He wants to torture him relentlessly, of course. But the corner of his mouth simply twitches at that notion, and he folds his arms, leaning back.]

No, Lucas won't be convinced, I'm sure. And I highly doubt you're going to do anything to attempt to sway him.

I doubt many will be convinced anyway, now that you've planted this seed in their heads.

[He's hardly satisfied, anyway.]

I know this is simply a move to placate me. I have no reason to believe you're not going to go behind my back to the rest of the lab.