She shouldn't've said that. But there's no unsaying words once they're said, is there... anyway, if you know everything about the whip, then you know the one I'm carrying ain't my family heirloom, right?

[The face Jonathan makes is not a smile, though his teeth are bared. It feels like he's Kay in The Snow Queen, really, with a shard of mirror worked down to his heart from one eye. It hurts, the way the fog had silently promised it never would again. No matter, though. No problem.]

Oh, whoops. Guess I just told your boss, too.