The air between them, thick with the scent of salt and sea, felt heavier then, but Gideon wasn't deterred. He remained where he was, eyes still fixed on Chilton the same way they had been.

He thought about Danger. What is she, to you, exactly? Could he answer that question? If he would was a separate matter, but could he? "Not so much into labels, Frederick," he began. Which was true, although not really the issue. "Danger and I have yet to find a need."

He tilted his chin outward, just a touch smugly as his eyes slightly narrowed. Quite honestly, and a bit flatly, he added: "I don't see anything."