"Donny love? Seriously, Myrona?" If he insisted on calling him that then Don would happily call him horrendous names back. "I didn't realize you could get enough of the crazy fans. You seem to have more every time we look." Which actually amused him since he didn't have to deal with them. Sometimes Myron couldn't even get close to the edge of a stage without worrying about being pulled down. Or, you know, molested. Though Don wasn't sure he minded that bit...
"How nice of you to make the decisions for me," he deadpanned. At least Myron was courteous enough to remove his shoes. If he'd tracked dirt and what all through the place then he'd totally be the one cleaning it up. And if he didn't, well, Don had n o problems with telling Elizabeth exactly who did it and keeping him hostage until she could deal with him.
"She might not be here now, but I'll be sure to pass on that you called her that," he pointed out, grinning. The grin slipped a bit when Myron made his way for the triplets and he followed along behind, watching him closely. Their conversation over the journals still weighed heavily on his mind. "Don't let them out."
The triplets were all at the gate, grinning up at Myron and trying to give him puppy eyes. "Let us o't Un'ca My'on!" the little thief intoned innocently as he gazed up with the other two.