“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” ― Oscar Wilde
Lymond's fair brows rose. For the first time it occurred to Jerott that he would be an uncomfortable enemy to make.
79/503 (15.7%) Jerott seems like... I'm not sure what analogy to make. Like a sheep among wolves? A dolphin among sharks? The point is, he's going to get eaten up by the big players.
Yet, aware now of Gabriel's calibre, Francis Crawford could not bring himself yet to acknowledge it, or his own malicious intent.
112/503 (22.2%) Malicious intent?
'[...]I desire,’ he said abruptly to Lymond, ‘to call you Francis. Is that permitted? It is out of affection and a … purely spiritual love.’
At the unexpected half-tone of mischief, even Lymond’s blue stare relaxed. ‘Of course,’ he said.
...and when Francis is troubled he doesn’t show it, he just goes and makes life wretched for somebody.
227/503 I'm all for shared pain. So sad about Tom Erskine.