"Go, go," she urged. "Don't worry about me. I'll find some other poor unsuspecting fool to torture. And yes, before you feel the need to protest, I did just call you a fool." "That, I think, may be the one privilege that consanguinity does allow." She cackled with delight. "You are a prince among nephews," she proclaimed. "Your second favorite," he murmured. "You'll rise to the top of the list if you find a way to destroy her violin."