Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

"At the rate you're planning, she'll like your company better than mine by the end of the month. I must plead with you not to steal my only mail courier." A more open, chiming laugh, brassy and warm, reaching his eyes with ease. He had to coax his stoat back to the brim of his hat from where she had been sniffing coaxingly, hoping for another treat. "Perhaps I'll have to return the favor, just as soon as I am able to study what macaws might enjoy."