She wriggled her finger about, trying to see if she could manage to get loose of his grip. "You know, you're surprisin'ly unworried 'bout this freckle monster. Could be deadly f'r'all you know. It might even eat Roman charioteers."

It said something for Pepper's imagination that when he said "sec'tary", she thought "Wensley". No blonde in stilettos and steamed stockings. It just didn't sit right. "You could change science," she said jokingly. "You could reverse gravity or make kiwis an explosive. An' you could tell us once and for all whether the chicken or th'egg came first." Which still bothered her, even now.