They were right about the pain--Mycroft gripped the folds of his suit as his tail continued to grow, muscle and spine stretching, like he was being pulled apart. A few more pained yelps escaped him.

"Delightfully altruistic, are you? Very w-well."

He had little choice but to accept it. He certainly didn't want to be this vulnerable.

"I...I have a p-place in Bavan, an apartment."