“Used my sexual wiles on him, sir.” Vimes’s kebab stopped halfway to his mouth and dripped lamb fat on to his legs. He saw Angua’s eyes slam open and stare in horror at the sky. “I told him I’d take my clothes off and scream if he didn’t give me some grub, sir.” “That’d scare the daylights out of me, sure enough,” said Vimes. He saw Angua breathe out again.
