No, I'm not afraid of him. I am a man of iron will, not one of those sorts who are positively ruled by their valets.

[Bertie is a man of self-delusion.]

But I do not wish to offend him, either. Jeeves is special, a paragon among paragons, and all my chums would like nothing so much as to woo him away from my service.

And he only rarely burns my clothing. More often he gives the offending article away to some chap in need.