"Good," Scott says. "That's good. We've got no room for men who make promises they have no way of keeping." He thinks back, involuntarily, to those first months with Xavier, the way the man had seemed to promise everything. Scott can't remember, now, whether he really believed it, or if he just made himself act like he believed it -- because he had no more choices, nowhere else to run.

I like him, Scott thinks at Emma. "As for Monopoly," he says, "I think it's an extremely underrrated game. And if you'd be willing to sit down for a game with a few of our students on your first night at the mansion, that will give you a good chance to decide whether you really want this job." He smiles sideways at Emma. "Our students can be a handful. But if you're sure that it's what you want, we'll be happy to have you." He raises his wineglass. "I believe there is a saying about the beginning of a beautiful friendship?"