"He'll be smooth as butter, he probably just needs some tea. Maybe some sugar." Jerome wasn't too concerned. "My man Timothy over there has the key." He indicated the guard. "Get it off of him and get your file. And tell him to send some food and drink for Jervis before he starts drooling on my shirt. I'd have to punch him for it and then I'd feel bad."

That was how sweet and caring he was. He dismissed Jonathan and looked at Jervis, mostly to get a look at his pupils. "How are you doing, Hatter? Don't pass out, I want to have fun."