“I can and I do,” Handy fumed, he placed his hands on the edge of the desk as he leant over, taking in a breath through his nose to calm himself. “Look, where I come from? I’m nothing. I am literally just some scrub off the streets, worse than that even. Yet even I know when a God damn king, never mind four, are in an area and a shot is fired, his bodyguards had better get to guarding some motherfucking bodies.”