[Anthony chuckles, but it's a quiet, pensive sound. No humour in it at all, really.]

He's always in love. With someone or some idea or some cause. Passion to passion to passion. Not everyone, no. [Guy's had too many casual encounters that meant nothing to deny that.] But there's always something. The trouble with Guy... [He knew it all too well.] Is knowing which passions he'll forget in a week and which will last a lifetime.