She poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. โYou are an unfeelingโโpoke โโtraitorousโโpokeโโmistrustingโโpokeโโrudeโโpoke โโbooby!โ Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didnโt seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. โYou put it very well, my love.
Gail CarrigerThere are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.
Gail Carriger