"You are more than a muscleboy," Billy said to Peter. "I know that much."
While he talked Billy paced a circle around Peter, eyeing him up and down. Peter 
knew that might have made other people nervous, but compared to his father’s
indifferent, clinical eyes, this scrutiny was like being massaged by Thomas’
hands. "I don’t want a bodyguard who merely knows how to fight. If a fight
breaks out next to me, I’m already too near death. Anyone who would let that
happen would be useless as a guard. No, your job is to protect me, but that 
means keeping anything from happening in the first place. A lot of this has to 
do with attitude. You shouldn’t have to pull a gun or throw a punch. You see
anyone look at me the wrong way, you stare him back down. Got it?"