“You’re doing awfully well, old chap,” Saul assured him. “Oh, sod you. Devastatingly attractive, was that?” “Utterly.” “Well, that makes two of us.” He took Saul’s hand and raised it to his lips, brushing a kiss over the fingertips. “In addition to which you are courageous, intriguing, and quite remarkably tolerable.” “I think you mean tolerant.” “I mean both, and that doesn’t make two of us.
