"Cheshire cat. I like it." He was fine with that. He kissed Jervis's cheek and then slid him off his lap and onto the bed, so that he could be comfy. Or miserable, shaking and afraid, whatever worked for him. "Now, children, daddy's gotta take care of some business. I'll be sure to get that file to you, Jonny, my boy. And you use that muzzle if need be."

He gestured to said muzzle and got up. "I want his mind a bit more open to the company line when I next see him, yeah? Don't let me down."