"It must still be a little like home, in some respects," Biffy supposed. It was, perhaps, a little bit like Spain in that respect for him. It wove into his name and it was inextricably part of his heritage but Biffy did not so much love his father's country as dance an extremely complex and overly polite dance with it at an uncomfortable party.

He wondered now if he would do that dance in Lord Akeldama's townhouse or in the Maccons'. What place was home to him, anymore?

"I am glad, then, that our paths saw fit to cross."