“Trust me, Doc, we’re on the trail,” Zoe insisted. “Blood is dandy for that purpose. Makes things much easier. And we have to be gaining on him, too. The drops are too close together – he ain’t movin’ that quick. We should be coming up on him sometime real soon,” she said, hopefully.
“I hope so,” Simon said, yawning widely. “Because I’m beginning to be vexed with the old coot. Don’t misunderstand me, I think he’s a kindly old gentleman, and a credit to his vocation. But leaving my care like that just . . . well, it pisses me off a bit,” he admitted.
“Why Doctor!” Zoe said, feigning shock, “I believe you just used a vulgarity!”
“The situation called for it."
-- The Treasure of Lei Fong Wu -- Chapter Sixty-Seven by ScrewtheAlliance