For once Seamus did not argue. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly and hoping she would hurry with whatever she was going to do. Still, the thought of killing Rookwood in his sleep made him chuckle through his discomfort.
"I'm going to guess suffocation by way of pillow wouldn't work. Forget his sleep, you should probably slip a poison into his meal." Though the old blighter would probably notice. Seamus could not believe he was even joking about such things, especially considering what he had told Morag the day before. He didn't want to hurt anybody. That didn't stop him from making jokes about how he'd like to see so-and-so dead though.