Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah..." Cecil paused, apparently groping again for just the right word. "Equals?" Miles hazarded. "Cattle," Cecil corrected judiciously.
Lois McMaster BujoldI am who I choose to be. I have always been what I chose, though not always what I pleased.
Lois McMaster Bujold