"Sergeant Colon said he thought we'd get along like a maison en Flambe"
"Oh. Did he?"
"And he said something else," she said. "What was it now? Oh, yes 'It's a million to one chance '" said Lady Ramkin, "I think he said, 'but it might just work'"
She smiled at him.
And then it arose and struck Vimes that, in her own special catagory, she quite beautiful; this was the category of all the women, in his entire life, who had ever thought he worth smiling at. She couldn't do worse, but then, he couldn't do better. So maybe it balanced out. She wasn't getting any younger but then, who was? And she had style and money and common sense and self-assurance and all the things he didn't, and she had opened her heart, and if you let her she could engulf you; the woman was a city.
And Eventually, under siege, you did what Ankh-Morpork had always done - unbar the gates, let the conquerors in and make them your own.
How did you start? She seemed to be expecting something.
He shrugged, and picked up his wine glass and sought for a phrase. One crept into his wildly resonating mind.
"Here's looking at you, kid" he said.
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