I get them tipped from time to time, when I want something to drag down someone's back. More of a challenge, but they still don't last long with me. But we should. I never say no to pampering. I've heard there's even a spa, somewhere, though I suspect the prospect is more rockpool than somewhere clinically white, full of charming Swedish women and fluffy towels.

[He watches the progress of Bylerly's explorations, watches them slow and focus, until he can't help clenching his hands.]

Not what they look like. Medically sanctioned, I assure you.