Rowena: Quite a tidy, wee tush he's got going on there. Sort of...cute. Mm.

Gabriel: Oh, she's so... so tiny, so angry. That milky white skin, dancer's body. God, I bet she's flexib...

Rowena: So...we've a little time. How would you like to fill it?

Gabriel: To fill what?

Rowena: I know a thing or two about wounded masculine pride.