There was no mistaking the look of sheer terror in Courfeyrac's eyes as Kevin shook and handled him as though he were a broken, floppy little toy. He was in the jaws of the alligator now, it seemed, and as Kevin barked and bellowed, the Frenchman tried his damnedest to stay calm, serene, and not to panic in the face of inevitable death.

Of course, that wasn't exactly working well for him. So instead, despite his best efforts, he found that he was inhaling through clenched teeth, hyperventilating, shaking, and hissing out an answer at last. "Brown. It is brown. Now kill me, you bastard! Just do it!"