“He stared back at her, and swallowed. And wondered, briefly, how he was even here. Standing in a dark room with no windows, in a circle of light, looking at her, Marlowe spilling from his lips before he had a chance to remind himself it was too silly, too obvious--Is this the face that launched a thousand ships? And burnt the topless towers--He might as well have told her he wanted to see her naked. He might as well have said he was only standing there because she was staring back.”