"Thanks, Jess," Angus said.
"When Tom and I had coffee several months back, he did seem like, as much as he can care about anything, that he does care about her in his own calloused, shallow way. Sort of like how much Lucius Malfoy cared about Narcissa. Not any sort of depth to it, really, but there is some miniscule something or another there. And he has always appeared to put a strong shelter around his children, even if it is for his own personal gain. If worse comes to worse, and everything else fails, I can go and try to make another appeal to him. The only reason I hesitate to do that is because I don't like showing all the cards in my hand to him. It puts me at a distinct disadvantage in the future, and that weakens the entire organization. I'd rather not do that unless Robert agrees it's the right thing to try.
"It does say something about her drive, though, when she has no hesitation, no compunction whatsoever about doing whatever the hell she wants to do, even if it enrages Tom. And we already know he can be vicious and brutal when he has a tantrum. She is willing to risk that to take a swipe at me. I think you need to keep that in your head. This is not a small matter to her. He's killed people for doing less. I think her need to get rid of me is a sort of obsession. Is she mad? I don't know. Maybe. I know I've kidded about it, but she honestly might be mad. She may not honestly be capable of letting it go. I don't want to get into a showdown with her, but if it comes down to a confrontation between her and me, I will win--period. I need to go check on supper. I don't want it to burn."
He got up and handed the baby to Ruby.