"I think he has an idea. Who'd have thought, you actually do have someone who gives a shit about you." Barty looked at Nathan, trying to decide when he was close enough. When it seemed as if he was, he kicked the chair out from under him and started filming. If he was being accused of being a pervert, he might as well deliver.

Once Nathan stopped twitching, Barty closed the phone. He got the chair back under Nathan's feet and waited, then smiled once he was back alive. "Seems as if that was good for you."