Edward sets down his glass and waves his hand, "I've no issue with the French one. Useful. Knows her place." he mutters, "But the others..." he scoffs, "Liabilities. If either of them undermine me again, I'll feed you your entire foot."

He says this with a smile, teeth and all, but he doesn't smile with his eyes. He's fed the fuck up, Izzy. Shape them up or ship them out.