“Maelcum a rude boy," said the other, "an' a righteous tug pilot.”
“She warned me about Mr. Herondale, though, said he’d likely be rude to me, and familiar. She said I could be rude right back, that nobody would mind.”“Someone ought to be rude to him. He’s rude enough to everyone else.”
“There ain't no sky,' said one [boy]. But what is it that ain't?' asked the other.”
“Don't be a show-off. Never be too proud to turn back. There are old pilots and bold pilots, but no old, bold pilots.”
“Can you believe him? I think the boy has lost his goddamn mind. Who the fuck plays tug with a crocodile?”
“Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.”