Barbara smooths his collar carefully. "Now, Ian, you will be careful out there." It is not a request.
Ian smiles, sighs, and says, "Yes, of course I will. I don't know what you're worried about."
"I just don't
want you to get sentenced to death again," Barbara says, briskly.
"Off you go."
He balks at this. "I do not!"
She raises an
eyebrow. "You have contrived to be nearly killed at least once per
trip in the last six trips. Twice, in France."
"I have
not," lamely, because he knows he has. "Very well, I'll try."
"See that you do."
