Ashley laughed, sharp with petulance and cruelty. A servant brought him a cappuccino, and Ashley trailed his fingertip through the white foam on top. "Do I ever feel unusual? I'm frivolous, Mr. Crane," he paused to give the doctor a bland, fake smile, in case there was any doubt about the mistake in title being intentional, "not stupid. I'm remarkably unusual, all of which ought to be obvious even to someone as obtuse as you are. I'm too wealthy, too beautiful, and far too macabre to be normal."