"I'm of the opinion that bastards are the most useful category of humans," Rupert replies gravely. His solemn expression doesn't quite hide the amusement in his voice but there's truth behind his words: his colleagues and friends have nearly all been bastards to a man, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He raises his cup in silent toast, as if they were lifting fine crystal glassware, and adds:

"And coincidentally the most fun. Are you any fun, Vale?"