"Little Arthur, what I know best is your duplicity."
"Duplicity? Doesn't this word make your tongue curl when it comes out of your mouth? I have always thought that this word is a perfect match for you."
Although he said this, the half-drunk Arthur was thinking in his heart: Damn, he was right. He couldn't even let go of the hand holding the wine glass. In embarrassment, he could only pick up the glass and drink it to himself.
"But I probably still like you the most."