"No blood. I'm not going to hurt you, sugar lips. Just relax." Jerome stepped closer to Jervis and held out the straight-jacket, a pleasant smile on his face. Or as pleasant as it could be. All right, it was a horrific smile, but he meant it kindly. "Please put on the jacket before I decide to beat your head in with that book. Kind of an irritable twink, aren't you? Don't worry. Nothing that can't be fixed."