"Laurence," Temeraire said, sniffing the tea set in front of him, "would you not prefer the jasmine if you are out of sorts?"

Rick stared at Evie, a woman who'd gone into the tent a caterpillar - and an annoying one - and emerged a butterfly with black wings and kohl-lined eyes that would steal his heart.

Ugh, I'm such a romantic for those two!