[That gives him a starting point, at least-- he'll relay that information to Damian in light of the conversation they'd had earlier. Now to figure out how to go about taking it out... but one step at a time.]

Maybe... and maybe not.

[And here he lets the flute slide out of his sleeve just slightly, enough to be visible. He's no fool; no way was he going to confront anyone without having it within easy reach.]

But since we're being honest here, I'll give you a heads up: I plan on trying to access the computer complex. You can either give me the codes now or wait for my DM.