'Apology accepted. Though if you want to make reperations to me on his behalf, I'm sure we can come up with something.'

Oh yeah. He likes that idea.

'If I were the type to apologise, I'd probably beg your pardon for having him first.'

But he's not, of course. He does, though, hold out a hand and a split second later a small flame dances on his palm.

'Yours, if you want it. Or shall I use it to set your brother's hair on fire? I'm sure his Jack would appreciate the new reminder of me.'