[ John hooks his ankle on the cord under the desk and unplugs the system entirely. Just in case.

Dresden is a shit liar, though he's gotten better over the years. Not enough to sell that one, though. John gives him an unimpressed look, making eye contact hard and fast, like a chiding reminder to Dresden of who he's dealing with. ]

That was unnecessary. My people are under instruction to give your visits a certain level of priority. [A small, exasperated headshake.] What do you need this time?