It's hard to concentrate on gathering information when the man you hate most has his arm slinked around your waist.

You two had been sent to a minor party hosted by some high authority figure in Saint Dennis; Dutch insisted on sending you both in some sort of attempt to 'sort it out'. Maybe he's not as smart as you once assumed he was.

John expertly guides you into the main hall, albeit with a few snide remarks and digs into your side. He comes to a stop just as soon as you enter.