“I’m not awfully clever, but I try to be nice. Really. I’m not a cat like Ginny, or all brainy and snooty like Lissa. I haven’t any background, and I know it. I’ve had a hell of a life. If I told you about it, you’d be amazed.”
“Would I? I love being amazed.”
“There you go again. You see?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t kid you.”
“Oh, it’s all right. I haven’t got much to be serious about. I’ve got a pretty face and a beautiful body. I know I’ve got a beautiful body. So I just have to use that.”
“And you use it very nicely, too.”
“You’re still making fun of me. But it’s about all I’ve got, so I have to use it. Why shouldn’t I?”
“God knows,” said the Saint. “I didn’t say you shouldn’t.” She studied him again for a while.
“You’ve got a beautiful body, too. All lean and muscular. But you’ve got brains as well. I’m sorry. I just like you an awful lot.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly.