Iain snorted. "Of course," he said dryly. "I might believe that, if you hadn't vanished into the night and cut off all contact for the last three years. You can't want money, because you do well enough for yourself, and there's no kids to support. Which begs the question: why you've turned up at my house, dressed like a character from the Sin City sequel, and we're having this very strained chat."