So I do, and such is my right to do so as the pot.

[ He stays back for a few moments longer, his arms folding behind his back, and then he skirts the fire, approaching the parapet several feet from her, maintaining some part of the distance between them. ]

But perhaps if I escape with some memory of this place--oh, who am I kidding? [ He was never going to change. He changes the subject. ] How bad was it?