You flatter me, my dear thing.

[ There's just a little too much tooth in that smile. There's just a little too much hardness in his eyes when he flutters his lashes. ]

A good man? I'm just a useless drunk. Ask anyone. You're writing quite a story, here. Say, how do you protect yours? I suppose they grew up during a civil war, too. Did they ever see violence themselves? Or did you shelter them from it?