You…you want me to argue with you? I thought you wanted me to understand you.

Just, in future, an ‘I’m-not-going-to-get-myself-killed’ note would be appreciated.

Xav bounded out behind him. “Yeah, Phee equals You-She squared. I’ve been working on that one: like it?

I unbuttoned my white shirt and reknotted it under by breasts. I felt like one of those circus 'quick change' acts – ta-dah, no more Wimpy Wendy, now we have Slinky Phee rising from the ashes.

Nice. Like the new look. He didn’t sound as if he liked it one tiny bit. He sounded fit to be tied down and given a dose of sedatives.