"You are not even a gentleman," Pete said, drawing his chest up indignantly. "You don't even come to me and announce your intentions? At least Gabriel had the grace to buy me a pint and break it to me gently. But you! You!"
Pete picked up Spencer's goblet and slammed it on the table, just for dramatic effect. "You just cavort with him. Canoodle! Lock yourself into a cupboard! A cupboard! As if it weren't bad enough that you're a wanton, immoral harlot, you can't even treat William in the manner he deserves."
He sniffed, graced Spencer with whatever shreds of superiority he could gather together around his vast amusement, and started digging around in his tiny, tiny pocket.