If I'm going to torture someone, I'd rather do it myself. There's few of us enough here that as long as you don't go marking the whole bloody city, you can live in your corner and I in mine.

[A thought crossed his mind, something that had him frowning as he figured out the best way to bring it up. Well, when in Rome.]

Right, well, same goes to you, mate. Don't be pinching off my plate. I've got few enough people willing to cut a vein for me at the moment, so just... you keep to yours and I won't have to come knocking at your door, yeah?

[Because he was the big bad, after all. Fear him, Jean-Claude. Grr. Argh.]