“I kn-know... eeexactly w-wh-what you... ah mean,” Bertie chuckled a little with him. His stammer liked to keep him guessing, although there were the occasional sounds and letters that tripped him up every time.
Bertie thought about it for a moment. “I-I’m I’m nnnnot... not sure that... I have.. ah-either,” he explained, with a bit of a shrug. “Any...anyone at all re-re... really,” he added, as he considered it more fully. He knew Lionel had other clients, but he hadn’t met any of them.