"He's defeated and gone from Milliways by others and not worth your anger. His skill was to find weakness and probe within it through fears and almost haunts. He took my shields apart with great skill and I have rebuilt them. Now drink, I'm grateful that you would fight for me but in this there's no need. I just thought you should know of it because even my shields are imperfect,"

As they talked, they've reached his room and Charles has pulled out two glasses from his bedside and poured the scotch.