"I thought that would put the muzzle on you, you old Puritan," she said.
Marc drew himself up to his full six feet and two inches, and eyed her with lofty disdain. "You're in a nice position to talk," he observed frigidly.
"I'm in a nice position for a lot of things," Toffee sighed, "but you'd never notice."
Marc cleared his throat and averted his eyes. "Don't be brazen," he said. "I would offer you these curtains if I didn't need them so desperately myself."
"Always the perfect host," Toffee commented.
"Never mind me," Marc said. "What about you? Whatever possessed you to do a thing like that?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, stop it," Marc said wearily. "It was perfectly evident that you were at the bottom of that little demonstration."
"At the bottom?" Toffee laughed. "You put it so well. Unless you wanted to say I was at the seat of things."