Reno's reply is sharp, steel edged and quick. "I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm demanding. As in the same vein everyone demanded that I go on."

It wasn't really an answer to the man's question, but Reno really didn't care. It's immaterial. That's all he had to say, and he brokered no discussion. He only sat back and folded his arms without even a wince for his cracked rib, waiting in silence for Diarmuid to finish his soup.