"I always just ask questions. You must have not been paying much attention up until now. Besides, I already know you kill people and commit treason. Why not get the rest of the story?"

Cordelia rolled back on her back, stretching out, lounging across the bed as if they were chatting about where to go get brunch and not, in fact, his list of heinous crimes.

"Why? You can obviously conjure up a nice face. Why not just go into a bar and find some loose floozy who's a few sheets to the wind?"