" While it’s possible I just got sick and she arranged for me to be cleaned up and cared for—much as I do, or did, for my undergraduate friends—I have no idea why she might benefact me thus. I don’t have a lot of faith in the milk of human kindness; it’s generally been left out too long. Then again, I also didn’t see why she might spend a night in drunken revels with me, either. I’m no prize, unless you count door prizes. Well, "
― Garon Whited , Sunset (Nightlord, #1)