Havelock looks at him, feeling unaccountably guilty. There is nothing he can do. Not that he has thought of so far, at least, and the knowledge is a bitter one.

Evidently, then, he will just have to work harder.

"Yes," he agrees finally, then continues as close to hesitantly as he ever gets. "How much does he already have over you, if any?"

He really wishes he'd noticed something, whenever this first came about. He might already know these things - and knowing has always been most important to Havelock.