Slater looked to his son and gave a brief nod, swiveling in his chair so that he was facing forwards. He gestured to a glass of whiskey he'd already prepared for his boy then went back to stroking his mustache. He always did that when he was plotting. "Aye, I bet you have. Not really a man this side of the bank that ain't. Terrible shame... and it won't go unpunished." He leant back in his seat, giving a sigh and then a smile to Jimmy. "Things other than that are smooth. How's your task at hand, then boy?"