Locke drew in a rasping breath to spew some more damn fool craziness. Jean, with the reflexes that kept him alive when blades were drawn, clamped a hand over Locke`s mouth before he could speak and pushed his head back down against his pillow. "I can`t agree to anything on Locke`s behalf, but I want us to hear your proposal. Tell us what the job is."
"It`s political," said Patience.
"Mmmmph mmph," said Locke. "Mmmph fckhnnng fmmmph!"
"He wants to hear more," said Jean. "He says he`s very excited to hear the whole thing."