'Dear oh dear oh dear,' Jim murmurs, Jack melting away in an instant.

'You picked one who's squeamish, darling. Not that he won't kill if he has to. He already has. But it's wrong, isn't it, kid? Unless someone really deserves it.'

Wilford gets a reproachful look.

'If you're not paying him enough to clean up blood, you've brought him to the wrong world. Give him a raise.'