Oh, please, I wouldn't do that in public. [Much too messy. It's better behind closed doors. All at once, though, he goes alight, gripping one of Jack's hands tightly.] Did you really, where did they go? Were they sweet? Aside from the chocolate, I mean, it was the chocolate, right? I want to take them home with me, I bet their mother's already killed. That's so ghastly. I bet they'll come with me if I ask them to...