Ender looked at her face, beginning to wrinkle enough that someone more critical than he might call her old. Still, there was laughter in her smile and a vigor in her eyes that made her seem much younger, even younger than Ender.
“I would call you Beleza, but your husband would accuse me of flirting with you”
“No, he would call me Beladona . from beauty to poison in one lasty joke. Wouldn’t you, Dom Cristiao?”
“It’s my job to keep you humble.”
“Just as it’s my job to keep you chaste,” she answered.
The Speaker for the Dead, chapter 10 - Orson Scott Card
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