"You convinced my boss to sell his soul to the Devil," James stated.

"It was a prank."

"You convinced my boss to sell his soul to the Devil."

Wow, James was pisses. Back ram-rod straight, attitude polite and professional, which really didn't promise a happy immediate future.

Foggy smiled disarmingly. "Sorry. I didn't think it would take, honest." He did. "You know I only play in my sandbox."

Westley narrowed his eyes. Foggy continued his smiling.

"Don't repeat that mistake. I have to clean up your mess now."

He turned around in a way that made you think of a swishing cape and walked away like a furious Dr. Faustus, angry that he didn't get his poodle.

Still professional and polite. Ups.