Puck finds this lack of skewering unexpectedly delicious.

"Why?" he repeats, blinking slowly.

The million-ducat question.


He refrains from his impulse to shift against Havelock's body, except that actually he doesn't.

Then he adds philosophically, "Why, I shall lose nothing that I mightn't lose already, betwixt our deadly friends and my own dear lord. When all is lost already, there is nothing left that I might lose."