"The right place bein' where, in yer dick?" Sean scoffs with the tiniest shake of his head. "The fact that she hasnae tossed ye out in the cold yet where ye belong is enough t'tell me that whate'er I all thought o' her was wrong from the get-go. I don't know her, an' from what I hear, I don't much want to." Any trace of a smile he's been sporting is gone at that, mostly because he's genuinely afraid that he might mean it.

"It's more of a kindness than a threat, really. Save us all a bit o' grief, mmm?"