"My dear little sister..."

"Oh." Jonathan pulled a face. "Ew." Maybe it was nice and platonic but ... still, the way he said he loved him, he was not expecting anything but wife or girlfriend. "More original than mother." Jonathan shuffled closer. "What bad thing didn't you do, Jervis?"

"Kill her!" Jervis wailed suddenly, a horrible agony in his chest, terror blocking all of his senses. "I know what I'm doing! I am in control!"

"Lose of control. Huh. Definitely a compulsion."