"That's a sign of weakness, isn't it?" Gabby looked at him with steady eyes. "Like sick dogs that bite. Please go away."
"You've done the biting."
"Oh. You're hurt. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm enjoying the game. What do you do, Miss Valentine, when you can spare the time?"
"You can't be a very good writer if you talk like that," Gabby said slowly. "You sound as though you like to hate people."
"I'm a very successful writer."
"There's a difference."
"What big teeth you have, grandma."
"I don't like to be with people who hate," Gabby nodded gracefully. "Goodbye, Mr. Lennox."
"The end of Round One?"