"I pay you more than enough, but I'll tolerate your insolence for now, until I have time to deal with it." He drawls casually, even as his gaze sharpens. This apartment was a mailbox compared to what he was used to, but he'd had to avoid all his 'legitimate' housings so long as his father and whatever thugs he'd hired were on the move.

"I've kept my ear to the ground to make sure you weren't dead, but it's good to get it from the horse's mouth, auntie." He answers. There was no-one else who would have been calling his burner phone.