“Just time for a mug of coffee in the meanwhile.” Crowley was already beginning to work on a third arrow. “Good idea,” he said. Then he frowned as a thought struck him. “Have you noticed that Leander puts milk in his coffee?” Halt grunted. “The man’s a savage.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. “This from the man who laces his coffee with honey?” “Honey is natural,” Halt told him. “Milk is little short of an abomination.”
