"I am a butterfly. I put on my prettiest wing-tips, and I flutter here and there, exchanging wing-dust with the other butterflys. What pretty colours they have! And how gracefully they flutter! So pretty, and so graceful, that one might almost fail to notice the fine silver chains that keep them from flying where they are not wanted... "
I guess he can be rather cynical. Richard is well-described by both senses, I'd say.