John watched that flicker of Harlow, intent on it, and when it faded so fast the scowl that normally adorned his face deepened, just perceptibly. Would Harlow's spirit break so easily under his handling? He wouldn't have been the first. It made John's teeth set on edge, made which him almost regretful for just the barest second, before it turned him livid.
"Harlow," John said sharply, once his back was turned. Demanding, harsh and critical. "Don't ever bow your head."