"I've the points," he said with a wave of his hand. He'd been saving them up -- point by point -- as he did his captured prizes from the field. A coin here, a golden watch there. "And I've the buttons back, as well. It's only a matter of sewing'em."

Perhaps he would get on that task tomorrow. It would be nice to have his regimentals back.

"As for your bloody mutt, pick a mission without fighting. Or else bring someone with you who can."