“I think they are mistaking that “Esquire” in your name for the title of a judge or solicitor. Personally, I find it charming that you took the title of a shield bearer.

Anyway, now that we have solved that future murder, I’d like to get on with it. So let’s all shut off wireless, get our seats in an upright positon and not-stab our pilot until we have come to a full stop.”
I felt the witches brew course through me, making me edgy and impatient but also a lot sharper. In every sense of the word.