" What if I brought you éclairs?” Herb’s anger subsided a tiny bit. “Did you bring éclairs?” “No. Because I know you don’t have the will power to fight your diabetes on your own.” The anger returned. “I don’t have diabetes.” “That’s the diabetes talking. I can smell your blood sugar from here. Smells like Butterfingers.” The "

― J.A. Konrath , Rum Runner (Jack Daniels Mystery, #9)