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“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
“And methinks the gentleman hath had too much libation.”
Strike smirked, tipping back the last of his whisky.
“Would a pissed man quote Shakespeare?”
“This coming from the man who speaks about the lost art of love letters and kairos moments?” Robin grinned. “And I’m not protesting, I only said it was a bad idea.”
“Rubbish. When have I ever had a bad idea?”
Strike held up his hand as Robin opened her mouth to speak.
“Alright,” he leaned close. “How about we settle this debate in the bedroom.”
“Your best idea yet.”