Looking at Ho, Lamb said, “You have been a busy bee. Anything else you’ve made public I should know about? My dental records? Bank account?”
Ho was still smarting from being reduced to entertainments officer. “That’d be like asking a plastic surgeon to do your ingrown toenails.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m insulting you,” Lamb said kindly.
“I …”
“Because when that happens you’ll know all about it, you slanty-eyed twat.”
— Dead Lions (Mick Herron), Loc. 932–6