Emma batted her lashes at him coquettishly, although the effect was somewhat marred by being a living diamond. "But I'm pretty," she protested, before closing her eyes to let the adrenaline drain away, and the shimmering stone melted away to flesh and blood.

"There," she said, opening them again and fluffing her hair. "I presume I am more satisfactory? Hand me my muff, darling, if we're to go out again."