You might want to get up," he said. "Everyone will be here quite soon to rescue you, and you may prefer to have clothes on when they arrive." He shrugged. "I would, at any rate, but then, I am well known to be remarkably shy.

Sometimes one must choose whether to be kind or honorable," he said. "Sometimes one cannot be both.

Indeed." Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?" "Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, and he and Will smiled at each other, just a flash, before the door opened and the Consul swept it.

It was a bit warm. Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.

But I think it has to do with what you believe about yourself. If you believe you're damned, then you are. But if you don't...

Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.

I love round tables. They suit me so much better than a square.