Bartimaeus did so much of the insulting, I thought I'd tossed one in of him being insulted:
"A name?" I cried. "I have many names! I am Baritmaeus! I am Sakhr al-Jinni! I am N'gorso the Mighty and the Serpent of Silver Plumes!"
I paused dramatically. The young man looked blank. "Nope. Never heard of you. Now, if you would just--"
"I have spoken with Solomon--"
"Oh, please!" The afrit made a dismissive gesture. "Haven't we all? Let's face it, he got around."
"I have rebuilt the walls of Uruk, Karnak and Prague--"
The young man smirked. "Prague? What, these ones here? The one it took Gladstone fives minutes to break down? Sure you didn't work on Jericho too?"
Hey, has anyone ever left Bartimaeus fumbling before? Patterknife aside, that is.
I could have said something dramatic and eerie like "The death of us all!" but it wouldn't have gotten us very far. ~ Amulet of Samarkand
With insulting nonchalance, the afrit ambled down the slope towards me. He winked and raised the silver scythe. ~ Golem's Eye
I shall spread your vile essence across this hall like . . . um, like margarine, a very thick layer of it . . . ~ Ptolemy's Gate