Jack dodges the swings, backing up as he does - and then reaches out with his right hand as he throws the last of the Euros with his left hand, pulling the poker out of Dylan's hand when he lets go reflexively to cover his face - and then he stops, grinning.

This might not be their usual sparring, but he's definitely taking the moment to enjoy pulling one over on Dylan.

He passes back a sense of victory for that - and more reassurance. It'll all be fine - they've done more dry runs than he can remember at this point. He trusts the Horsemen. It'll be fine.