It's simple, Min. You give me the boy, or I'll tell Him you're disloyal to Him. You don't think I've watched you plenty the past several years? How do you know I don't have plenty of dirt to fill his ears with?

And, of course, if I don't have anything sufficiently alarming as evidence, I'm perfectly happy to make stuff up. You know he listens to me.

Give me the boy, and I'm out of your life for good. Better for both of us, I'm sure.