Babylon's Ashes (Expanse, #6)

by James S.A. Corey

They can smell pandering like a fart.

Admiral Souther will be there with you if you need him.” “Always good to have a penis in uniform in the room,” Avasarala said sourly. “God knows they might not take me seriously otherwise.”

“An unshakable faith in humanity.” “It’s true,” he said, shaking his head. Or maybe nuzzling a little. “Against all evidence, I keep thinking the assholes are outliers.”