Hoshawk shook hands with him and then looked for a place to sit down for a moment. “Sire,” he said at last, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, “if it isn’t presumptuous, I’d stand the check for a dish of that new ice cream.”
Jeffrey looked at him and smiled. “You’d better have one yourself.”
Hoshawk’s grizzled face was solemn. “I’m going to,” he said.