"Doctors," he responds, casually, brushing aside the fact that he might have insulted Cameron, though he's under the opinion that his last words were neither pointed nor full of bristles. A fact, that's all. "At home, my experience with them has left me with two words: conniving bastards.

So jaundiced is his view that his words themselves could just as well appear yellow, if not spiked and bristled. He knows that that being a bastard is not a mutually inclusive quality of being a doctor, just as being a 'geek' doesn't translate into a career as a physicist (thank you very much). But emotions are awfully good at twisting up rational deduction, even in the minds of those that declare pragmatism, breaking straight lines into a multitude of tangles. Amory takes another sip of his coffee and leans against the condiment counter, looking completely impassive as he does so. For now, the waters remain still.