"Do you like ruffling people's tempers?"
"Some people's tempers, extremely."
"What sort of people's?"
"I don't know. I never schedule people into 'sorts,' as you do. The people I care about can not be counted by 'sorts': there is one made of each, and then the mould is broken."
"You do like Felicia better than me, don't you?" Elisabeth asked, after a moment's silence.
"So you say, and as you are a specialist in these matters I think it wise to take your statements on faith without attempting to dispute them."
"Chris, you are a goose!"
"I know that—far better than you do." And Christopher sighed.
"But I like you all the same."
"That is highly satisfactory."