"Technically. And technically you attempted to murder me before I woke up here, even if you were hoping to thread the needle, as it were. I don't like getting hung up on technicalities."

Martin smiled at his son. Took another step, then another, slowly, like a man approaching a wounded animal, not wanting to scare it off. "You choose three people. No matter what else happens, no matter what my proclivities may incite, those three people are off-limits."