“Scotch, I understand, is an acquired taste.” His voice deepened when he said: “Many of the best things are.” “Hm. Why do you think that is?” “It takes a certain maturity to appreciate complexity.” The air seemed to swelter over her skin. Outside the faint circle of light around them, surroundings melted into the night. “I wasn’t offended earlier,” she finally said, softly. “Not in the slightest.”
Such a good line
