The notion of reprogramming Bunny appealed rather strongly to Camilla, actually. If there were a way to be certain it would work, not just make him worse than he'd already gotten ... Such were the thoughts well-hidden behind those candid clear gray eyes, that coolly serene face; and her smile didn't falter or flag for a second. Bright without warmth, radiant, the smile that sent her friends into rhapsodies or into quarrels: the smile that embodied the promise of that life they shared. (Beauty is terror, Julian had said. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it ... and if beauty is terror, then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?)

"You're absolutely right," she said. "Absolutely."