Punchy rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his own hair, easy smile settling into his face. "I can make you my bitch if I get keen on the idea. Don't you front at me 'bout trouncing."

And then, as if determined to undermine his ability to intimidate, he spins in the chair again and drums on the armrest. He casts a look at Sherlock and jerks his thumb at Mouse.

"Skinny here says no signal to the outers, but he's blued up on ideas for inside work."