Harold?

Waylen slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

After awhile, he replied coldly, "Since you know that it's already so late in the night, why are you still asking me to go all the way to the station? I'm not Harold's guardian!"

Frederic chose his next words very carefully.

"Mr. Moore got into another brawl over a woman in the club. If you don't come now, we'll have no choice but to ask Miss Fowler to bail him out."