"No, he's not," Lucas said and straightened to pause for a while in the middle of the machine stuffing. "I mean he's a pain most of the time but now he's... bloody scary. Usually he's haughty and arrogant and tells me to do things or not to do things. Now... he sits there, with a drink in his hand, and mopes quietly. Looking like he might either, I don't know, pull out a gun and go shooting people, or start crying. I never know which but neither has happened yet. Well, at least the shooting people option."