Should he, really? A rabid, wounded dog was so much more dangerous than his healthy counterpart.

David's memory - and the collectedness he planned to behave with later - shouldn't fool anyone. He was dangerous, broken, and a little bit more mad than when he'd left.

"I couldn't possibly know, my dear." David's smile was sharp and not-quite-right around the corners... he would have to work on that, in private. "I can't control your speculations."