No, fuck off, this isn’t for you. He holds the letter away and shoos Lucius to deal with the tea. Be helpful if you’re here.

“Quarter to ten,” Izzy does answer, though. Not because he wants to, but it’s reflex and he’d glanced at the clock when he got up. They have had, maximum, five, six hours sleep. A very late start in their line of work but not so late for others.

“He’s summoning me to an execution it looks like.”