Sparkle bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then nodded.

"I hired a guy," he said, looking with pretty firm interest at his bottle, "to look up precedent for arson cases in Ontario. The sorts of sentences people get depending on their situations and motives and shit."

Could've done it himself. It wasn't exactly a difficult google, even. But doing so had made him queasy, and a good chunk of change was fair compensation for at least that much peace of mind.