‘You won’t do anything while I’m away, will you?’ Iain looks down at his still-braced leg, then raises an eyebrow at Harry. ‘Rabbie will presumably be at Windsor too?’ Harry nods. Iain hums. ‘Then if killing Rabbie is off the table as far as entertaining myself while you’re gone is concerned, I promise I’ll be a good boy and return your manor to you in the same condition you left it.’ Then he smirks. ‘Maybe even better condition.’
