Belle : My hands clasped his buttocks as he carried me across the room and pinned me against the wall.
Belle : I had one foot on the bed, the other wrapped round his hips as he lifted me by the waist so that my other foot was wedged against the dressing table.
Duncan : Yeah. There.
Duncan : What?
Duncan : Well, it's that. One on the bed, one wrapped round his hips, one on the dressing table.
Duncan : Three feet, Belle.
Belle : I... moved one.
Duncan : In the next paragraph, you've got three hands... each.
Belle : For the record, I do it better than I write it.