"I'd say take as much time as you need," Lucien works the custard, almost finished now, "but I don't know how much we have, down here. It's why I think you [i]could[/i] stop now, maybe become a teacher, or start an orphanage. Something with a lower mortality rate." Lucien looks up, sucks air through his teeth. "How strange, I live in a glass house and all I ever seem to do in it is throw stones."