"Once they're dead and buried, that is pretty much as clean a break as you can make," he points out, though he's trying to imagine the play of anyone that shares Jesper's face, even his own persona, being part of a funeral. He doubts he'd be very fond of it. Not that he ever finds himself much fond of death ceremonies either, though he's never really thought about why.

He settles easily onto Jesper's lap though, liking the carefree intimacy, the way they come together in moments like this. He can't remember a time when Jesper wasn't in his life, part of all he is, and he finds his chest tightening as if his heart is swelling too large for his chest.

"Keep enjoying your games then, though don't be surprised if he suddenly stops playing."

If he finds proof of how badly he is doing business, who he is hurting, and if they sought to petition someone to help against him... who was he to resist? He did so love stepping in to blow things up, slowly, building, and then watching it all crumble.

"Actually I spent the morning exploring after hearing a call come to me from a young man who felt he was being tricked into signing a business contract. I gave him some papers and notes to take to the man he thinks is using him, and we'll see tomorrow how that pans out."

He suspects from what he was told, he'll be undermining another within the week, whether the young man lying to him or seeing to it that the one using him never thought to try that again.

"So enjoying myself."