"I would figure something out, James. I wouldn't let them do that to you, you know I wouldn't," he insisted, his hand keeping hold of James' cheek, making him continue to look at him, to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I can't say how, but James you know that I only want the best for you, and I have more than enough favors I can call in to make sure you never see the inside of a cell. You might have to give up a knife or two, but - compromise."

He licked his lips, brushing his thumb over James' cheek.

"James, I can't just leave you here. I won't do that."