It was one of those gangleader, sort of leader of the London brotherhood things Jacob had picked up over the years. His father HAD been a teacher, but Ethan's methods of dealing with angry sons involved disdain, sneering and comparing them to his favorite child, so that was a little different. At the moment, he stayed where he was, then turned so he could glance at Roman, noticing the signs by now.
"If everyone could excuse us for just a few minutes." He reached to settle a hand on Roman's shoulder, keeping the pressure firm enough without actually trying to hurt him. "We're going on a break, Ro." He made sure that the threat of violence wasn't implicit in the words. "There's a few things I want to get straight and I don't think an audience is a good idea."
With that, he reached to try tugging him up and nodded at Shay. "I'll bring him back in one piece in...a couple minutes. Em," he nodded toward his apprentice. "Don't...just don't." he said, figuring that covered a fair bit of it.
"Brillaint. This isn't going to be awkward at all." Emmett muttered to that, then stopped at the glare from Jacob. "...It isn't going to be awkward at all, sir." he tacked on, almost like a reflex.
"...I think we could manage that." Shay nodded. "Between us, sorry, Roman, but you're in the kind of state where...I really don't want to find out the price of redoing a dining room. And Arno's got the twins down the hall." THAT trump card might work too, he reasoned.