Dr Hannibal Lecter

//If you so much as type the 'G' in general I'm going to divorce you before we've even announced our bloody engagement,// Jono groaned, burying his face in one hand. //And yours is... you've worked hard for it. Of course you're Dr. Lecter, you earned that. But hell, I'm at the front of a classroom and I tell my students to call me Jono. 'Mr. Starsmore' is me, arguably, but he's not really me.//

Standing on formality made Jono squirmy. Way squirmy.