“I, as a flawed human, am promising to give you just the outcome you expect, that I will be there and that it will be nice.” “I might be in a horrible mood, which wouldn’t be nice, proving your formula flawed.” Arch leaned towards her, his lips almost brushing her ear, and spoke quietly with an intonation that gave Quincy no room to disagree. “That only proves your own formula flawed, Quincy.”
