“Too right he does,” warned the panther Iago, batting at a little cotton beetle skittering through the dusty pen. “I wouldn’t even consider it, if I were you. But then if I were you, I would not be me, and if I were not me, I would not be able to advise you, and if I were unable to advise you, you’d do as you like, so you might as well do as you like and have done with it.”