Aaliyah made a frustrated growl and took him roughly by the arm, startling him into looking up. "And how do you figure Jacobi fits into that, then? Is he vapid and self-absorbed?" "What? Of course not! He's the epitome of the human race, as far as I'm concerned. The absolute pinnacle." "And if you'd met him when you were back in school, before you ever met Featherstrop?" she pressed. "What would a schoolboy need with a valet?" Alphonse asked, baffled. Aaliyah made a sound of disarticulate rage, rather like a smothered groan, and released him.
