"That is a prat," Archie intones solemnly. After a second, he scrambles clumsily over the bar and lands at Jack's side, sitting. "Least all my enemies have always been enemies and not enemies pretending to be friends. Well. 'Cept for Grell. And Buckland, I suppose, though he wasn't a friend. He was the first lieutenant and a fool, though. We thought he could take command, but he couldn't. Nearly got us all killed."