Cooper internally fumes. He can't very well toss Dodger out onto the street on his ear as much as he'd like to. Nancy would probably object to that and it would spoil the holiday mood. "Remind me to hide the good silverware then." He's not joking, he's got some nice pieces put away that would fetch a fair price. Hell, the whole apartment is filled with pieces that would be considered antiques, Cooper having the luxury to have hoarded things over the last two centuries.

He eyes Dodger suspiciously. "As for you, you little slip-gibbet, you're gettin' a pat down before you leave."