Wednesday rolled his eye. "You're telling me. But, when worse comes to worst even *I* have to find gainful employment." He glanced at Adam. (He still wasn't sure what to think about the kid.)
He grinned and patted the Marquis gruffly on the shoulder (he would have given a hug, but, silk... you understand). I never would have figured you to leave London Below. They finally kick you're sorry, favor-owing, arse out?"