"...you'd better not..." he mutters darkly. If this were to become a regular thing, he'd find the highest point in the city to string Stein up by his intestines from.

Or maybe hang him by his arteries. That would be innovative, actually.

He reaches over and gently brushes the hair back from England's face, a gesture intended to soothe. Though likely he is radiating still some tension at the idea of vivisecting ever being a regular thing in England's schedule.