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[Miranda is lying in bed, covered by a sheet but clearly naked beneath it. Rebus is sitting beside the bed, sketching her]

Miranda Masterson:
Did I say I was going to America soon?

DI John Rebus:
America? I do not recall you saying that, no. Not for ever, I hope.

Miranda Masterson:
Six month exchange. I just thought you should know that, so that instead of sitting there colouring, we might use our time more... fruitfully.

[she grins seductively at him and he grins back]

DI John Rebus:
Fruitfully? I like the sound of that.