[Nope. Nope. Nope. Just hearing that it is, exactly his intention to just go... go get Naomi Herne'd.

The thread on Tim's temper snaps and his voice raises.]

Oh, right. THAT will help. You spend an evening convincing me that you're you, and now expect me to swallow that? The sheer idea of it? Nope. Sit down. You're not doing something that will fuck him up. Fuck Jon up, and worst in all of this, kill you.

Sit back down, Martin.