“I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.”

“Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence,” Will muttered.”

“I would have thought even a certified idiot like Gabriel here would have taken account of it and notified someone.""Notified who?" asked Jem, not unreasonably. He had moved closer to Tessa as the conversation had continued. As they stood side by side, the backs of their hands brushed."The Clave. The postman. Us. Anyone," said Will, shooting an irritated look at Gabriel, who was starting to get some color back and looked furious."I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.”

“Camille brushed by Jem, hardly looking at him, and Will followed, pausing only long enough to mutter "She doesn't smell like anything" to Jem under his breath.Jem looked alarmed. "You've been smelling her?”

“I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.''The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.”

“It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.”

“You're an idiot.""I've never claimed to be otherwise.”