[Nothing wrong with it? Really? Tell that to the boy who's been tormented for four years just because the others suspect, just because he's polite and well-mannered instead of rough and crass and crude.

Balfour sort of wants to hide now. Still he stands there in that same defensive posture, blue eyes locked warily on the target in front of him.]

What?

[And he'll pretend that didn't come out a bit shaky.]