"Yes, clearly you understand everything," Burr says dryly. "I should have you arrested for burglary," but he doesn't do anything except sit up to sip at the coffee. Black and strong and horrible--exactly as he likes it. Another of his addictions, yet apparently this one is fine, if the damn doctor gives it to him.

He'll have to go and procure more laudanum, once the doctor leaves. As if he has endless money. But he doesn't feel like walking quite yet. Stomach still turning unpleasantly. Ah, but his ass feels bruised, and that at least is quite nice.

"Say your peace and be on your way."