"He doesn't trust you. Play nice, boys." the voice in the earpiece muttered, low but clearly grinning, the cat that was positive it had its canary.
Lewis moaned again, grimacing more heavily and attempting a little squirm.
And Frankie looked up, trying with all his halfwit might to look like a kitty for once rather than a grizzly, and said, "Just, maybe come round here and pump on his chest for me? I think he's havin' a heart attack, but I dun wanna break nothin."