Zechariah was biting back an outright smile as he approached, but there were still sly corners at his mouth.

He looked taken aback when the working man scowled suddenly. He frowned, jammed his hand in his pocket, and then turned bright red. Before he could explain why he was worriedly checking for a wallet he had supposedly lost, Christopher had come up to them.

“Samuel,” Christopher smiled thinly. “Keeping out of trouble, I hope?”