She poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. You are an unfeeling —poke — traitorous —poke— mistrusting —poke— rude —poke — booby! Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didn't seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. You put it very well, my love.

Blameless (ed. Orbit, 2010) - ISBN: 9780316082563