"A permanent excursion? I can imagine very few who would complain."

Gideon was not one to spare the tongue, especially where Chilton was concerned, but it also made for adequate conversational diversions, however brief they were. Gideon did not want to talk about himself even now, but he knew also that Chilton was capable of detecting that -- he was infuriating that way.

Fingers curling around the armrests in his chair until his grip was tight enough to leave the knuckles white, Gideon kept his expression more or less impassive up until he allowed for a mild sneer.

"Was known to fish, on occasion. It was either that or golf," he said softly, snidely. "But never had a boat."

He and his wife had once discussed it in their earlier years, for after retirement.