" And you’re okay with this?...” I studied his calm expression, my own features anything but calm.

“Noooo…” Aeron drew the word out lazily with a slow, deliberate shake of his head. His face remained strangely composed.

“Then can I please have some of whatever sedative you took…because this,” I waved my hand, motioning from his head to his feet, “is way too cool under pressure. "

― M.A. George , Relativity (Proximity, #2)