His eyes were bright—too Bright, Margrethe said—and eager. They wanted more, always more. They demanded, Margrethe said. They demanded like a child. She found it maddening.
But Bohr was a curious man; he found he could not resist it. Those eyes...clever, brilliant eyes. They taunted him; they adored him. When they questioned him, they rejected the answers with defiant brightness.
Bohr was a patient man. When they walked, they talked. He talked; Heisenberg listened, eyes burning with desire. Knowledge—he was a child who craved it. He craved all of Bohr.
But Bohr was a careful man