Look out for number one

Valentine had better give him a fucking prize. If he didn't receive the biggest reward ever he was never doing another nice thing for his grandfather ever again. Period. Why? Because this little gremlin he was dragging back was crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. He had half a mind to kick her off a cliff if her information was bad. He might do that anyway just because it would serve her right. Even Amadeus, who was usually very good-natured, was done with the fiend. More than once he'd suggested trussing her up like a turkey and carrying her the rest of the way, even if it meant he had to walk.

"Look lady," he said with a tired sigh. "Where I go you go, so if I'm going to hell, guess what. You're coming with me."

She then had the nerve to throw herself on the ground like a disgruntled toddler. Jupiter eyed her distastefully. Being so close to the old bastard's haunt meant Valentine could come to them and the little beast could stay right where she was. He was still, many hours later, blinking dirt out of his eyes from one - that's right, there had been many - of her escape attempts. "Oh, please. Anyone with any sense will take one look at you and decide you aren't worth the trouble."

The moment he'd learned she had information on the slavers his grandfather hated so much Jupiter had known he would have to get her to him. It was hardly his fault she was a flighty, unreasonable little thing and required frequent tackling.

Ready to be rid of her, Jupiter howled for Valentine. Then, having had the best idea ever, leaped at Echo suddenly. His aim was to sit on her and if he moved fast enough he thought he could get his ass firmly planted on her shoulders before she had a chance to scurry away. If successful he planned on pinning her there like that until Valentine arrived and maybe, if she was particularly annoying, he'd work up a fart for her to choke on.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”