“I don’t like him. He was smug. Pretentious. Smarmy.” “Certainly he exhibited elements of being an incorrigible twit,” Lyford said. Tam lifted his head and peered at him. “You’re just agreeing with me so I won’t be grouchy.” “Who, me? No, not at all, wouldn’t dream of it. Things are so interesting when you’re grouchy. Kel Gauda? Can’t stand him.”
