Zorro sighed. Children made things difficult. His plans needed to change dramatically to prevent harm coming to his youngest child. Now he had to be more patient and cunning. He had planned dealing with them hard and fast, and sending them back to town with the Z scratched through their clothes - a warning to bandits to leave Los Angeles alone.
Fatherly pride welled up, as Zorro watched Jaime wriggle and squirm like the fox cub he was. Jaime's obvious wealth would keep him safer, when he ceased to be amusing. Jaime's temper was a lot more Victoria's than Diego's.