"Don't know what you're so precious over. I'm right here with you, I'll keep you safe. No one gets to hurt you but me," Jerome promised as he hit the button for the lift, leaning against the wall and... Huh. "Jervis, tell him to whistle."

He indicated his lips. "I can't really do it any more, time for you to fill in."

"It's a club with a fighting ring inside. Drinks and a show, if you will." Edward stepped into the lift and pushed the right button, waiting on the others. "Mr Tetch, you should adjust your hat. The wind up there, it blew. Your crowning glory is askew."