Crossing a line. Well. She could see how firm his boundaries held. Morrigan pocketed the watch — he would be getting it whether he agreed to it or not, she was sure of it — and stood up from his armchair. Morrigan strode across the room, wine glass in hand. When she came to a stop, she was only a few inches in front of him.

"You would feel better if you let some of those principles go, you know," Morrigan said, looking up at Brooks and meeting his eyes. Her lips quirked up in that secret smile she used to reserve for him, and kept it like that, because she wanted him to see. "If you let her take you as you are."

(This was the first allusion Morrigan had made to the woman, Euphemia — she wondered if Brooks had known that she knew. But of course she knew. She still knew everything about him.)