'I thought you'd enjoy pistols.' If Charles had the sufficient brow muscle strength and necessary shape to clearly arch his eyebrow that would be what he was doing at that moment but instead he was staring at Macnair with a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face. "Are you saying you want to duel to the death?" As much as he might like Macnair to be six feet under, he also wanted his eldest brother to be, and probably others but there were a multitude of reasons he hadn't tried to realize those dreams. Death via dueling was probably the only way he'd ever be likely to kill anyone himself but he didn't want to deal with the inevitable consequences.
