“So you’ll be serving him his knackers fried with green sauce?” She spoke as if it were unquestionable. A wrong was being done; ergo Nathaniel was going to wreak havoc until it was put right, because that was the kind of man he was and what he did. “Bless you. Yes, I am.” He looked at his hand on the bar. A capable, strong hand, one that could wield a number of weapons, chief among them a pen. “I damned well am.” “It’s lovely to see you enjoy yourself.” She reached over to give him a pat on the cheek, easily done since she was his own height. “Give him a kick in the doings from me.”
