"He puts his paws on the table, waiting, like a gentleman, another boarder-- but more polite, actually-- for his food to be served. He's wearing his bow tie, bright red, and an oversize fedora with a matching band. He eyes the apple core, but he knows better than to reach for it. He's a well-trained bear, delicate, refined. And old, too. He looks especially frail today, his chest sunken, and an extra huskiness to his normally labored breathing. His eyes are weak. He sniffs at Alma with his flared nostrils, a polite inquiry as to how she's faring."
from The Madam by Julianna Baggott