DM started, somewhat taken aback by his superior's response. He'd not expected that. He'd rarely given anyone, particularly the Colonel, a reason to be unhappy with him - aside from trouncing him at golf on the green - so wasn't quite prepared for it. He looked to his white feet, and then up again, straightening, "Ah. Quite right, sir... shall it be taken from my salary...?" At the delayed response, the handsome mouse's look grew decided more forlorn, "Oh no, Colonel... you can't mean... will my knighthood be renounced...?"
"A-and... w-will we have to give back the nice tea cups we got for Christmas?" Penfold mewled sadly from behind the big man.
Not the nice tea cups!
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