"Hmmmm... I guess. I mean, he was a good guck and I'm a sentimental fool in the end." Jonathan headed over to the bed, almost casually wrapping his arm around Jervis's throat and using that grip to pull him along. He sat down and got Jervis on his lap, which allowed him to easily hold him still for Jonathan. "Trust the process, Tetch. It's for your own good. And for our amusement, that too."

Well, he wasn't trying to lie about that.