"I know, I know. Always so bloody touch-and-go. But it would be nice to take a few of them out, too." He could think of one or two in particular he'd like to see removed. "And you're all right. You're the only reason we've found any of this stuff at all. If you think that's the way, it probably is."
That didn't mean he had to like it, of course. "But you could think on it a few more days, couldn't you?" he asked, squeezing her hand in return and laying the book on neutral territory, on the bed. "Just in case?"