"What the fuck is the Ver you're of?" He put it out there, utterly Eggsy in just having to argue it.

"I can make that happen. Sally out at the station will get me a pen and paper, and bring you a phone," he added, waggling his brows and smirking. "I had her notifying me of your condition." He was trained by Harry to get what he wanted. Well, not quite but it was how he was using his training.

"Your passport lies. Subtract twenty years and I'm nearly forty," he said, entirely deadpan. "Buying that?"