"Then I reckon I should be fucking grateful to you, you old cunt, eh?" That snarl, he always did that snarl. Kian had seen it entirely too often for it to have much of an effect on him. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be out. You bloody know that. So if you want me falling in line, make it worth it. Stop dicking me around."

Taliesin was bigger than him, sure, but he wasn't taller and he doubted he was notably stronger, given he was recovering from heart surgery. Kian wasn't feeling overly intimidating. "I'm not your fucking assistant. I'm your partner. Ain't that just a treat for us both?"