Freddie snorted and put his hand over Prior's forehead again. Sure it had gone down. Whatever Prior said. And if Anatoly was going to let Freddie order him around, who was he to argue the free labor? Freddie shifted Prior carefully so that he could actually sit down on the couch with Prior's head on his lap and he looked up at Anatoly.

"There's a cloth over there," he said with a nod. "Go and get some water." It was said as an order, but there was a small hesitation as if it had started out as a question. "And then Prior can sleep and we can play."