"Alright, that's done," I said, coming up from the subbasement. Addressing my brother, I told him, "Don't go down there. Okay?"
Thomas glanced warily at the trapdoor. "Why?"
I smiled at him, an expression that would put the Joker to shame. I knew was sure to do much more than mere words could hope to accomplish.
Sure enough, his face swiftly went from wary to alarmed. "Harry? What did you do?"
I chuckled, and went to get a beer. "It won't affect you. Long as you don't go down there."
"Why does that not reassure me?"