Discworld, Vetinari/Moist, thrill-seeking
“I believe this will prove a rather enjoyable solution, Mr. Lipwig,” Vetinari said as Drumknott helped him remove his coat.
“Um,” said Moist.
Drumknott folded the coat and placed it on the desk, then bowed and exited the room.
“I enjoy thrill-seeking as much as the next man,” Vetinari continued, undoing the buttons on his sleeves, “But you’re beginning to upset the balance of things.”
“Um,” Moist repeated.
“Did you really think Vimes wouldn’t notice you took his notebook?”
“Um?” Moist asked.
Vetinari was undoing the clasp on his pants. The tyrant paused in his stripping to cast a glance at Moist. “I believe it is customary for you to be naked as well, Mr. Lipwig.”
“Um,” replied Moist.
“Shall I call Gladys to help you?”
“No!” said Moist quickly, finally breaking out of his rut.
“Oh good,” Vetinari was down to briefs. Which he was pulling down and off and also folding.
Moist couldn’t help but stare.
“I promise not to judge you on size, Mr. Lipwig. Now hurry up. I do have other appointments.”
For a moment, every other moment in Moist’s life flashed before his eyes – he’d forgotten about that time in Sto Helit until now – and he smiled as it hit him that this was, without a doubt, the most dangerous and stupid thing he would ever do.