A few light skirmishes hither and yon, the odd duel now and again, but I am by nature a very cautious fellow and do not run headlong into danger willy-nilly. So in all fairness I must lean to the 'scary' side. Voluptuous little pies. Hetty will have either devoured before I can blink. The same storm that is fascinating when viewed from the dry warmth of a good cave is an altogether different matter when viewed from a leaky dinghy off Penmarck Rocks.
Nothing beats an exceptionally fine claret, though a decent port comes close.
And I've never been so frightened in all my life. If that's not claret in it, it doesn't matter a damn. My ward's brother, who consigned her to my care. A beastly fellow, he gives me nightmares. That was achieved when Max acknowledged me as his half-brother.