“Cecil Jacobs is a big wet hen!”
“Broody hens are sitting ducks. Moody wrens are big dumbclucks.”
“If there were such a thing as a vampire-puppy-dog, it would be Cecil. Big pleading eyes, asking for an ear-scratch and a nice warm bowl of blood.”
“Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah..." Cecil paused, apparently groping again for just the right word."Equals?" Miles hazarded."Cattle," Cecil corrected judiciously.”
“It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.”
“I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up? (Jacob)”