“Oh, of course. Seb, take Robert’s coat, would you?”
“I won’t stay long—”
“But long enough to remove your coat! That’s just dandy, that’s just fine.” This to Seb, if that was Sleek’s name. “You can leave us now.” The kitchen door swung closed. PJ’s tone didn’t alter. “What the fuck are you doing here, you stupid fucking cunt?”
— Slow Horses (Mick Herron), Loc. 3321-25