Ripper Street2012

Bella:
Is it true, Sergeant, you were sweet on Rose, but that she let you down? [Drake is silent] That makes her a fool, and more besides. There's not a girl here who doesn't think you are the finest of men.

[Drake stops undressing, and she reaches for his bracers]

Detective Sergeant Bennet Drake:
Miss Bella?

Bella:
Sergeant?

Detective Sergeant Bennet Drake:
Would you keep a secret for me?

Bella:
Til my death.

Detective Sergeant Bennet Drake:
If we just... sat here for a while, in this chair, you and I, and perhaps I might sleep for a moment or so... if we did that, would you tell no one what had passed? I, uh... I do not ask you to lie, simply to say nothing if questioned.

[She puts a tender hand on his cheek, eases him into the chair, and curls into his shoulder]