“You have a very great number of knives,” he murmured. “I’ve found it’s a bad idea to run out.” The candles gave her eyes a playful gleam quite at odds with the subject matter. “How could I stab anyone then?” “Do you stab people … often?” “I try to keep it to a minimum. Never stick your neck out, that’s my motto.” She sighed. “But a life well lived will, perforce, feature some regrets.”
