When you say single-minded, I assume you don't just mean peeking under skirts and hitting on the fellows with big arms. [That would be far too convenient, Fortescue.] As much as I adore you, Balthazar, our captors do seem to have an unusual taste for angels.

[She really hopes that they don't switch to the Guides and Behemoths from back home, or else the Cape is going to become uninhabitable.]

Do you think he'll try to put the place under his, ah, 'jurisdiction'?