"Oh, Christ," says Granby, sinking lower in his chair and covering his face with his hand. "You're not going to stand in the way of bloody anything, Laurence, because I'm not doing anything without your say so. Neither of us are, right, Julie?" He scowls. "You're a part of this, whether you like it or not, and you do not get to...walk away from me out of some misplaced sense of bloody nobility."