"Chicken feed," Harry said, snickering. He grinned at Midnight.
"I'll take care o' Midnight." John watched from a distance as he packed up his materials. "You've got enough to do if you're going to find a way to free Masaka without dying." He reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth to light it. "There's no tellin' what spell those idiots used to hold him here."
Harry sobered a little at that and picked up his coat, then pushed his good hand into Mouse's fur and rubbed.