"As I am well aware," replied Chilton. He knew, of course -- he was the man who drove home such concepts within the nascent days of Gideon's adolescent dissociative identity disorder. He arced the boat in a gentle crescent, bringing it broadside to the land they had left.

"But does Danger realize your true form? She appears to be overly fond of you."

Jealousy pinched his cheeks into that sour smile. Danger was unquestionably more fond of Gideon's warmth, frozen as that was, than Chilton's own temperature.