"Nathaniel," Aidan decides. Sandy's a wonderful name, what's wrong with Sandy? "Yes. I was saying. My good friend over there -" and at this he looks in the direction of the glowering sergent and waves his fingers at him, smiling, but when he keeps on talking his voice has become, for the first time since the beginning of the conversation, serious, grave, in fact, as serious as the grave, "has agreed to let you go, against my assurance that he would receive ample compensation."
He looks back at Nathaniel, and now he's lost the smile, too. His eyes have gone hard, his whole body stance is demanding, expectant. "Your boss will need to pay up. You're to let him know that, Nathaniel."