"Why I think that would be just lovely," Sypher said with all the calm serenity of someone who's just been offered a cup of warm tea. Evan's face was slowly turning a brighter shade of red, though not entirely because of the pressure of the grip Jameson had on him. Most of it was fury, and as Jameson led him by Madalena, he spat, the wad of spit landing on her chest.
"Fucking whore," he grunted and Sypher's lips thinned.
"Oh yes," Sypher said as he glared at the man's back, trusting Jameson to be angry enough to take care of it. "That isn't going to do at all."