"The theatre. Things." Harry said, sitting up a little so as to better speak to the boy, leaning against the cushions and the carefully carved headboard. He was proud of this bed; it had been a bloody good find, and worth a lot more than he'd paid for it. But then again, a lot of things in the Town House had been acquired through less than legal means. "I've been very worried about you. You and the others. With Slater poking his nose in, and this list..." He was still waiting for something, anything to happen regarding the list on names Viv had given him. Something was bound to happen, something big, any time soon. He hadn't been sleeping well, sleeping at all some nights, waiting for that something to happen. "I want you to stay here over night till it's all blown over."
"Do you want them cut? I mean, it'll hardly been as crowd-pulling as your little Ganymede, but we can do, if you want. Just go for the classic retelling. Although the balcony scene has to stay."