Shadewood Stamford is closed

There wasn't a single moment of hesitation. Bruges lifted his paw and Ambrose knew what was coming next; as soon as he heard his brother agree to the terms, he took a deep breath to fortify his own spirit, and then swatted his brother's knuckles with his own. A little fist-bump of agreement.

I'd say good luck, but your problem is that you have too much, luck, that is. He was always getting lucky and Bruges really didn't need any help with that. He needed some lessons in how to tone it down and be responsible — he needed to join a convent, or something. Maybe this would lead to something good for Bruges. 

Ambrose sneered as he turned away from his brother, and as he sauntered off he called out, See you in a month, dude! If they could both last that long.