Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

"Only half," he reported with a chuckle. "Ferret, Gannet, Whip-poor-will and Peter Pan." Three of the names were more or less self-explanatory for those who knew him and Fox. Peregrine paused, then decided to explain the latter's name. "Peter's first name is random, though the second one is in honor of a lost loved one." His lips curled into a brief, sad smile that touched his dusky jade eyes.

He found himself thinking momentarily of how he and Pan had never been physically intimate, at least in the sensual sense. His single sighted eye roved over Lasher again. Maybe there was no romantic sentiment present for him, yet all of a sudden, he couldn't deny a visceral attraction, a temptation.