"I'm not sure it would," Malcolm told him. "At this point, they'd probably be happy if I dated a man-alligator hybrid that crawled out of the sewer if I wasn't alone for five minutes. They seem to think I can't manage relationships."

Not that there was no reason for them to think that.

"I'm sure there was a time when my mother had high hopes that I'd find a society wife and have well-adjusted heirs to the family legacy that she could show off pictures of at the country club, but this is about as good as I get and hallucinations and incessant night terrors don't mix with society wives."