Jack raised his eyebrows. Sometimes, he really wished corporal punishment was still en vogue. There was the fierce temptation to shake James. Brat. "No, we cannot," Jack said, pursing his lips. "You do not set the rules of this meeting, Mr. Weatherby. I am not your servant."
Jack pointed his finger at James. "Why didn't you just tell him? Why didn't you try to inform a teacher? Why did you go for an actual death threat? If you think the matter will really be closed this easily, you must be underestimating the severity of your crime. This wasn't just a joke, Mr. Weatherby."