He had to admit he had his doubts about the whole scenario, too, from the “male life-partner” to letting Sandburg plan the ceremony.  Especially when he twigged to the references to the Sentinel thing, which in his opinion shouldn’t be bandied about.  But it was pretty fun being the Chief Warrior of the Panthers; and just look at how *happy* his brother was. 

Jim was currently swimming back and forth along the pond’s edge, looking for an opening to get to Blair, who was sunning himself, ostentatiously unconcerned.   Jim feinted and mock-growled at the Wolf team defenders, egged on by his villagers on the other side of the pond, but his face was shining.  The look in his eyes . . . Steven had never seen that look on his brother’s face before, that look of joy.  Maybe on Christmas morning when they were very young.  And anything—or anyone—that could make Jim look that way was all right in his book.