Spencer stopped him with a hand, turned and looked at Jon. "You've signed the waivers, so if you break confidentiality on anything you see, we're going to own you," he said breezily. "Or at least your vital organs, and you don't want to know what we'd do with the rest of you."
"Do not fuck this up," Ryan said quietly, and Jon nodded almost before thinking about it.
"Yes," he said. "I mean, no. I won't fuck it up. You can trust me."