"Good boy." Rep purred emphatically. "Seeing sense. Well ******** done." He nimbly fished out the promised items and with the box held under the crook of his elbow, reached out with his other hand to take the proferred stones, trailing fingertips across Taym's wrist down to his palm before he took them in a gesture which could only be deliberate. He didn't hand over his own side of the deal, instead dropped them on the bed behind him.

"Its the dogs that bite just when you think they are well behaved that have the real ******** screws loose and need putting down. As for me, think whatever the ******** you want about me, everyone on this island has a different slant on who I am, I don't care, so long as you are under me, mutt, we'll get along just ******** fine."

He gave the other man a finger-only wave. "Enjoy your vices."