[You're not getting out of it, Jon. Jamie has it in writing.]

I'm happy to sit down with your calendar to work it out, [he says airily.] The contracts we use are ones the Gentry made with... I don't know. Facets of reality or something. Doesn't matter.

[Not right now, anyway. Jamie considers, looking off into the dark corner, then over at Jon.]

After I deal with the spiders, is there anything else I can help with? You look tired.