Prefect

Aye, apparently. I thought I'd cut all that bollocks out already. You don't know these people, Prefect lovey; I mean, our Narvin's all right. Maybe one or two others when you get 'em on their own. But I've not spent 'alf me life as an independent just to get sucked back into a hound pack on a bloody whim. 'Specially one with rabies as the lowest common denominator.

...He what now? Is that all?