"So you say! But how can I trust your word, when you, like me, are a mere peon? Behold, there are two of us! Clearly, we cannot trust our own judgement. Come, fellow underling, me must consult the proper potentates!"

The speech is given, in a slightly more conversational tone, as Bahorel strolls into the room with a roll of papers under his arm and tosses himself carelessly on the sofa.