He couldn't help but turn and stare at her as if she'd grown another head. "Why worry, Mary? Why bloody worry?" He said, voice matching his expression. "Because that's not how it works, Mary. It's not how it goes- boys come and go but you don't steal boys from someone else's business." He told her, taking a long swallow and finishing off his drink. "It's not done. I ain't gone round there and tried to steal any of Slater's lot, and I don't expect him to try and steal mine. Especially not Nell. Slater and I have this unspoke agreement- he don't come this side of the river, and I don't go his side. He's trying to piss me off, and he's succeding. So some of my lads are going to go pay him a nice little visit one night this week."