His eyes, as she had noted before, betrayed a keen intelligence but no emotion whatsoever—they might have been the eyes of some ancient tortoise, one… - David D. Levine

I am a weak man, Cousin," he replied. "It was my weakness that led to my poverty, and brought me to Mars, and prompted me to steal that egg." He gave a rueful grin. "It would be inconsistent for me to display any strength of character now.

Gambling is a wretched vice," Lady Corey replied with a sniff. "A snare for men of weak character.

You are a most vexing young woman, you know." But his face bore a slight, whimsical smile.
"I know," she replied, feeling her own mouth curve into a matching expression.
He blew out a breath. "As your brother, I could forbid you to go. But you and I both know that, even if I did so, you would do whatever you wish regardless. I suppose I have no choice but to accede to your request.