The direction that this conversation was proceeding in was doing little for Jacob's urge to biff this Bertram upside the head with his walking stick. He even shifted his grip on it, holding it lower, ready to swing it back... needing to vent that rage somehow, he instead snapped the stick upwards, the head of the cane coming to rest roughly beneath Bertie's chin.

"That's enough. Enough of your 'terrible opinions'. Perhaps its time that I find Natalie and have a word with her, myself. You wouldn't happen to know where I might find her, Bertram?"