"It's not a little littering." He grabbed Anthony by the collar before he could get too far into the stacks.

"You're bloody immortal or whatever and you don't have to care about this world because it won't affect you, but it bloody does me, so the least you could do is to show even the minimum amount of giving a damn."

That done he let him go and stalked forward, trying to calm himself down. That was difficult to do as he saw Fell reading and also not giving a damn.

For fuck's sake.

He snapped the book closed from between Fell's hands and tucked it under his arm to serve as bait.

"Come on. We've got work to do."