"Hey, you're the one that told me swans can break a guy's arm," he points out. "If I got turned into one we wouldn't even need to change the name on the door. I'll just bust into some place, bird on the wing, break a few arms and then you saunter in like you think you're the boss a' me, same as old times."

It was... it was good, hearing Arthur relax, or at least start to. Get him back to normal levels before they started on the difficult shit, make sure he didn't get any other drinks in him until Parker got a fuller picture.

"Could even be your seeing eye ugly duckling," he adds brightly. "One honk for yes, two for no and I'll tug on your coattails to steer you."