It's hard not to take pity on such a sight: the good doctor, defeated, slumped so pastily in his chair.

"Oh, come on now," Barrow chides, with the sort of affection one might spare for The Weird But Endearing Kid, "we already know it's the Venatori."

It's the first time he's made a joke about Granitefell-- his role in it-- and Barrow can say with some certainty that an enemy gets him before a carcinoma does.