Leaving Bellamy, Rakos, and Claude alone together. Bellamy counts silently: One. Two. Three. “My dear Bellamy,” Claude says sweetly. “Could I talk to your paramour alone for a moment?” Not even five seconds. “It’s fine, Claude. You can threaten him in front of me.” Rakos slings an arm around Bellamy’s shoulders with a welcome, reassuring weight. “Let me guess. If I hurt him, you’ll kill me?” “Oh, you are a clever one,” Claude says, unabashed.
