"Do just what I've been doin' all this time: keeping an eye on things 'n making sure my little corner of London doesn't go completely t'shit." Cooper would do no less than that. He wanted everything to remain in a civil and order state around him. Before, he hadn't had enough power to do so. Now, he could snap his fingers and order someone dead if absolutely necessary. Not that he wanted to. Killing was always a last resort for him.

He grins with a pair of long, sharp, and very white canines. "I might never make a good lion, but I make an excellent jackal." A line he had stolen from A Tale of Two Cities.