Jan 9

He seemed unfazed by the sneer. This was worrying. Spending time with me appeared to have given him some kind of immunity to lower-level means of intimidation. It would be exhausting if my careful and precisely calibrated set of sneers, glares and scowls had lost their effectiveness and I had to resort to more potent means of terrorization. (After which, I reflected bitterly, he would doubtless find some way to blow himself up, it would somehow end up being my fault, and I’d have to spend yet more sleepless nights repairing the damage.)