“How long was I asleep?""Over an hour," the Butcher replied."An hour? Surely not.""Aye. You were moaning my name and saying, 'Oh, yes, Duncan, yes, yes. Again, again...”

“Oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again.”

“In bed, I can go for hours. Oh yes, I love naps.
”

“Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet.‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’‘Oh, a writer, eh?’‘Yes.’‘Are you sure?’‘No, I’m not.’‘What do you write?’‘Short stories mostly. And I’m halfway through a novel.’‘A novel, eh?’‘Yes.’‘What’s the name of it?’‘”The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.”‘‘Oh, I like that. What’s it about?’‘Everything.’‘Everything? You mean, for instance, it’s about cancer?’‘Yes.’‘How about my wife?’‘She’s in there too.”

“But that's not the name of a man, it's the name of a mountain! (...)"It is my name," Athos said calmly."But you said your name was d'Artagnan.""I?""Yes, you.""That is to say, someone said to me: 'You are M. d'Artagnan?' I replied: 'You think so?' My guards shouted that they were sure of it. I did not want to vex them. Besides, I might have been mistaken.”

“And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.”