"Yes, Jervis, he can move. However much he dares to." Jerome predicted not too much, given the blade at his throat.

"...I mean, typically a club might not be a bad idea for such a thing, but we are wanted men." And not exactly subtle either. "Perhaps the Narrows."

"Look at that, Spooky. Your boyfriend knows where to party! Lead the way, Riddles, Jerry here is eager." He wrapped an arm around Jeremiah entirely, which allowed him to still have the blade by his throat as he led him toward the door. "Oh, yeah." There were still all those people on the building. "Tell them to go splat once they hear the car horn. I don't want to have to drive over all the bodies, makes for a bumpy ride."

"Very forward-thinking," Edward commended, glancing at Jonathan and grinning. "Maybe we go to the fight club."