She said: "Hullo, boy."
He grinned.
"I burgle joints and discover bodies. I am not a respectable character. You wouldn't like me if you knew me."
"I know you," she said. "I like you. I'll demonstrate — later."
She got up, went into the kitchen, and brought back a bottle of beer.
"I hope you belong to the beer-for-breakfast school."
"There's nothing like it, unless it's Black Velvet. But that's for special breakfasts."
"Isn't this?"
"Well, not quite, you must admit."
"Yes, I must admit." She gave him a smile, a short kiss. "Excuse me while I make eggs perform."