Miller finally reclaimed his sunglasses, tired of squinting. There was no way he could have brought himself to genuinely insult David, not when that was where all his hope for a good future lied. His chance to correct the mistakes he helped initiate in the past.

"He did have fifty and he raced in the Iditarod. And knowing his father, it's entirely possible he might have tried to walk fifty dogs at once."

All the Snakes were exasperating in their own way, some more dangerously so than others. He'd not seen the worst of his student's side yet, but he'd already seen him be a heathen and put out his cigarette on his pants leg. It was a trait he assumed he genetically came with.