Shiv, showing remarkably little sense of self-preservation, snickered. "'Jak dear'? I can see why he ditched the mechanic."

Jak raised an eyebrow. "I suggest you gentlemen leave before I decide that I don't care if I have to deal with Razer after all."

Edje tugged on Shiv's sleeve. "C'mon, Shiv, let's get out of here before he changes his mind. We can deal with him sometime when he doesn't have her with him."

"Now," Jak said as the two left, "where were we, dear?"