[still flushed with embarrassment, Rincewind scrambles up off the bed to point an accusing finger.]

- You had better not be suggesting what I think you're suggesting! Let's make this very clear, all right? I'm not sleeping with anyone or anything! I haven't since - since -

[he has to take a moment here.]

- Well it's been at least a decade. [a pause.] If. That time counted. Anyway, anyway, that still doesn't answer why you think I'd be the best person to find someone for Will.