[Something about that - what Arthur says, what Sheehan says - seems to flick a switch. Alexei makes a face, dropping his hand a couple of inches and looking from one to the other before following the track of his gaze with pointing a finger at each man one after the other.]

You two, [He says, sounding faintly exasperated.] Need to pick a fucking lane and stick to it.

[There's some light Russian expletives muttered under his breath as he finally breaks from his ready-to-bolt position and takes a spot on the couch.]

It's been two minutes talking to both of you and I already feel like I'm herding fucking cats.