Symon glances at his dad, and nods. "Here's the deal. You swear to protect Dr. Lee from any other assassination attempts. His fate for the duration will be tied to yours. Because if someone slips through on your guard, I can promise you, good as oathed myself, the same will come down on you. And when we're through? You leave town, and I don't want to see your face around Bergen for a year and a day without first getting my... or Dirk's... say so. How's that sound?"