Matthew: What do you taste?
Diana: Flowers and spice. You?
Matthew: There's violets in there. The purple sugared ones. Elizabeth Tudor absolutely adored them. Ruined her teeth. Also, blackberries from hedgerows, cigar smoke, red currants, and brandy. I could go on.
Diana: What would I taste like?
Matthew: Don't ever say that to me.
Diana: I only asked to understand.
Matthew: It would only take but a moment. You wouldn't be able to stop me if I struck, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
Diana: I'm safe with you.
Matthew: [grabs her] The smell of you… Willow sap. Chamomile honey. Frankincense. Lady’s mantle. Ancient things I thought I’d forgotten. It’s not only your scent. I can hear your witch’s blood moving in your veins. When I touch your skin and it rushes to the surface.