Alright, well, it was best to get this over with then. The longer they waited, the more likely it was that Virgil would realise he was about to lose his prize and do something rash. Arv was more of a doer than a talker anyway.

"C'mere you little rogue", he deftly snatched up the ferret with one hand, and used the other hand to force open the jaws. Virgil gagged in annoyance, but the niffler wriggled free. Then as quickly as he'd performed the procedure, Arv held Virgil by his scruff in one hand, and the niffler in the other. "Check it for injuries, would you?" he asked his companion. Virgil was defeated and droopy — almost bored — in his grasp, but the niffler was wriggly — so much so that it did not look injured at all. But it would be best to check.