"Try it."
"But I might kill you!"
"That's the point."
"Nevertheless," she persisted, "I could if I wanted to."
"No matter how you put it, it's all the same—you can't want to."
"No, but suppose I were bound to keep you from doing something—like serving papers, for instance."
His legs were crossed under him and he was tossing bits of the gravel under his hand: "You'd have a better show to do that if you went at it in another way."
"What way?"
"Well—by asking me not to serve them, for instance."
"Do you mean to say if I asked you not to serve papers you wouldn't do it?" She eyed him with simulated indignation.