Tiffanie, maybe you should act like a woman a man would want to marry instead of a woman a man would want for a night. Unfortunately, the man’s reaction is like saying “I don’t want you for a life partner”. If that’s the case, maybe you should revoke visitor privileges if you know what I mean.
Dian de Momerie: [to an unseen Wimsey] I hate you!
Lord Peter Wimsey: [Up in a tree in costume] Then you’re on the high road to loving me, which is only natural. We needs must love the highest when we see it. Can you see me?
Dian de Momerie: Not very well.
Dian de Momerie: [With a seductive tone] Come down, Harlequin. I wish you to come down. If you came down, I could see you better.
Lord Peter Wimsey: And love me better perhaps?
Dian de Momerie: Perhaps.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Then I’m safer where I am, knowing what happens to your lovers.
Dian de Momerie: Come down, Harlequin, and I’ll show you how to get a kick out of life.
[She laughs]
Lord Peter Wimsey: [Jumping off the back of the tree to the ground unseen] Well?
Dian de Momerie: [Somewat seductively] Will I do?
Lord Peter Wimsey: For what?
Dian de Momerie: For you.
Lord Peter Wimsey: And what are you good for me?
Lord Peter Wimsey: I’m beautiful.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Not as beautiful as you were, and in five years time you will be ugly.
Dian de Momerie: I wouldn’t want you for five years.
Lord Peter Wimsey: And I wouldn’t want you for five minutes.
—Dorothy L. Sayers, Murder Must Advertise