“Careful,” Dick says, grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him. He’s quick to move into an alley, the people after you rushing by. “That’s why I told you to stay behind me.”

He doesn’t release your arm. He’s impressed by your complete lack of survival instincts. You’re the child of a well-known politician, and yet you don’t seem to realize the danger you’re in. Or you’re pretending not to. It’s why Dick’s here acting like your bodyguard.

“Stay close this time. Please.”