Glover felt sweat snake out from his armpits to trickle down his sides despite the room’s lack of heat. He didn’t have Hyde-White’s insulation of bulk, but his fear of the old man's disapproval warmed him uncomfortably. He felt the temperature rise as the dark eyes across the desk left the telecom screen and focused on him. It was as bad as it had been at university when the old man had been his teacher.