It was as if he had some kind of special morality, the keys to which were unreachable to anyone but him. And he used these moral prescriptions in a way that could bring him, and only him, the sort of happiness he needed in the particular time of events. And his eye never happened to wink before a situation that required the participation of any of his rules. The only man he would bent his back for was neither his father, nor even God, but himself.
And in time, but very slowly indeed, he became not friendly but talkative and he started looking at her not with a good feeling but with interest.
