"I'm planning on it." Barty grinned, partially because he was imagining Sam's face if he knew that he talked about him like that. Rather torn, he imagined. Conflicted. Luckily, that was one of his most attractive expressions. "Hope wee Axel feels better soon."

Maybe he would, if he slept it all off.

Barty got up and gave Jon a nod. "I'll see you Saturday. We can have fun with our boys." One way or another, he was sure.