Downton Abbey/Parade's End
Sir Richard didn't approve of smoking in bed, but that was, Sylvia thought, so far the only thing that spoke against him. (Besides, one forgave a man much if he was filthy rich and fucked well.)
She leaned against the window as she took a drag. "So she abandoned you for true love?" she resumed their pre-shag conversation. "My, what a perfect bore."
He shrugged, openly appreciating the view of her slipping robe. "It seems we have a lot in common."
His smile was shrewd and unsentimental, and Sylvia rather liked it. She smiled back.