[ Yeah, go on, Mark. What? What'll you do? For a moment, morbidly and miserably, he thinks of doing his best Ser Galen impression, leaning in and breathing I'll take you apart, slowly, piece by piece, so that you feel it. But on the other hand, he'd sooner cut his own throat than do a Ser Galen impression. A proper Jacksonian Baron would lay things out coolly, draw up recordings of all of the people who talk to the Doctor regularly on the network, make some suave comments about the low price of a capper compared to the cost of hacking and sabotage. Maybe make some cool intimations about the sorts of things you can do to people who are functionally immortal. But...Mark would also sooner cut his throat than do an impression of a Jacksonian Baron.

He fights the urge to clutch at his hair and moan in despair and anger. Doesn't this guy get it? He has to keep up certain appearances. He has to look calculating and a bit nasty. It's imperative to the well-being of his business - of his family, too - that there's someone who seems dangerous, to counterbalance Miles' friendliness and Cordelia's warmth. Someone people will be afraid of, along with the people they'll like. So he can't just negotiate when he's being threatened. And also: the fact that he's threatening him just makes Mark so furious, and he really can go to hell if he thinks that Mark can just be bullied and intimidated - I've been screwed over by a far higher caliber of asshole than you...

Okay. He grinds his teeth and snaps: ]

I'd break those stupid sunglasses of yours, for a start. Why the shit do you think I owe you anything? I owe loyalty to my clients, not some old man who thinks he's entitled to everything.