“Are…are you certain, Mr. Pettigrew?” Desdemona asked skeptically. One of them had to be the sensible one here. He had, after all, taken forever and a day to get around to doing anything, had been to prison, and was not the most responsible with money. Plainly Gregory would not be the responsible party here, and Dezzie went around snogging teammates in sleds so that counted her out. Maybe with a bit of urging from her, he would reconsider and leave them both miserable but much the better for it, long-term. “After all, you have been known for, erm, rather rash action in the past.”