<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Charles Donovan</span> </div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Are you ready to behave now, Donovan?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlie grinned from ear to ear, taking a few jaunty steps backwards that seemed less like the cautious retreat of a prisoner and more like the practiced footwork of a star right out of a 1950s Broadway musical: far too chipper and lively for its own good.<br/><br/>"That depends, Sladey-my-boy!" he said, spreading his arms wide like some sort of damnable showman.  "How would you like me to behave, exactly?"<br/><br/>The beanpole of a man kicked his heels and leaned against the nearest wall as casually as could be, like he were waiting at a bus stop instead of being glared at like a piece of meat in a holding cell.  "It's all a matter of<em>perspective</em>, y'see!  For example, y'might want me to behave as<em>society</em>thinks I should.  Maybe get me a pair of blue jeans and waste away in front of a glowin' screen all day long, venturin' out into this grand 'ole country of yours from time to time to buy a whole mess o' stuff I'll look back on in a few years time with disgust, get a stable job in a five-by-five box, then settle down with a bonny lass to pump out a few more bleatin' sheep and stave off the self-loathing just long enough to regret every mindless decision I ever made before grabbin' a shotgun and blowing my head off on the steps of Congress!"<br/><br/>"Now I<em>know</em>ye ain't wanting me to behave like I<em>usually</em>do," he said, raising one slender finger in the air like a proclamation to the gods.  "Since that's why I'm standin' here looking at your rugged mug in the first place, innit?  If I were to behave in the way I'm accustomed, well, that'd just infringe upon all the<em>noble</em>sensibilities that good, law-abidin' folk put so much stock in.  From<em>my</em>perspective I'm just living life, while to them I'm one o' them dastardly ne'er-do-wells that rob banks and steal yummy diamonds from musty old museums while wearin' a catsuit that rides up in all the<em>wrong</em>places."<br/><br/>Donovan leaned forward, flashing a Cheshire smile and looming quite a few inches over the otherwise intimidating Slade.  "Or maybe you want me to behave in a way that pleases<em>you</em>, eh?  Buckle down under your knuckles, jump when you say jump, cower whenever you pass by with that willful swagger of yours."  Then, a little quieter, "Maybe pump me fulla something to make me a bit less<em>loquacious</em>and a little more<em>compliant</em>, when your natural charms just ain't cuttin' it, eh champ?"<br/><br/>A single silent beat and he was laughing again, as though he'd just remembered a particularly hilarious joke that tickled his fancy.  "I jest, of course!  I'll dance to your tune, and the Warden's.  Am I really so troublesome a person that you need to ask?"