“Then you’d be a nudist on Santos?”
“Of course—even though I think it isn’t proper, I couldn’t inflict my ideas and attitudes on the customs of an independent world.”
“Oh—you think I’m doing that?”
“Yes—and it is a mark of barbarism.”
“Sometimes you’re not very nice,” Copper said.
Kennon smiled wryly. “I suppose I’m not,” he agreed.
“I’ll try to be civilized,” Copper said. “But if you go to Kardon—I’m going with you.”
“Perhaps,” Kennon said. “We’ll see how things turn out.”
“You don’t want me to go with you?”
“To be honest—no,” Kennon said. “You’re safe here, and until your status is cleared by a Brotherhood court, I wouldn’t care to place you in Alexander’s hands. And clearing your status is going to take time.”